A friend of a friend
50 lbs my senior.
We danced
We danced.
I apologized all night
"****, I'm sorry,  I haven't danced since the 8th grade..."
"It's OK, I can't dance either."
I pulled her close
Drunk on 10
She really had
A beautiful face.
I felt her ******* against my chest
I got an ******* on the dance floor.
She was looking down.
I wondered if she was looking at
That grotesque
*****...
We interlocked our fingers.
It felt so good.
Her hands so soft.
We danced.
I could breath again.
*******
Sartre.
You brilliant *******.
I was
Alive
Again...