It was mechanic
How my body fit against yours
Under those laser skies
Our bodies melded in dance.

I responded naturally
As I have before
To the men I've danced with
But they have been forgotten.

Yet you remain.
Imprinted.

The grinding did not matter
For in that unnoticed instance
Your calloused hands found mine
Tiny then my hand became.

With fingers interlaced
Our hands locked together
And in that moment,
I felt safe.