Katelyn has this intensity
I can only describe with her eyes
As they focus on mine

Almost feral
When rhythm pulsed, and she took
My palm in hers

Pulling me from seat to floor
As bodies rocked around us–
I thought it might be her eyeliner

Or the smoke drifting between us.
Maybe I was the focus, or the idea
Kept within alcoholic ferver,

While I was mid answer
To her question, held in the pause
Of her sway, of her strut, of her

Break, reach, pivot, and turn.
My hand rest upon her waist
Yet I felt her control,

Leading me from anxiety
To something a little less
Hesitant.