I saw your gleaming face
Through crowds of swaying hips and arms
The heat was intense and the room was dark.

Confusion as we did not greet
And the sweat solidifying to shards of sleet.
Cold, cold.

Ordering a drink
I whispered 'Hi,' and a bittersweet smile at our goodbyes.

But I danced on-
Without your visage in my mind
Without your seducing vendetta
And with a replenished joy inside of myself.

Perhaps you had never seen the way I moved:
Through sheets of black chiffon, waving like an enchantress and those winter blues which were gone.

I danced on and shouted at my beams of energy
The crowd was now closing about your face...
And I was


happy.