We were two introverts 
surrounded by an infestation
of the dipsomania and delight.
Ingested by white noise,
flashing lights 
and sin,
we stood sheltered behind conservatism 
and our cocktails.
This technophonic cave 
was crammed with lascivious men
modeling their lavish kicks and threads
in pursuit of non-commitment.
With our backs pressed firmly 
against our salutary wall, 
we felt inviolable.

But then, you turned to me.

Your chandelier earrings exploded
the luminescence and trepidation
into a million particles,
and through the deafening roar
of pandemonium and decadence,
you offered a wink and said,
“Let’s dance.”