tuez-gayz
She's a professional dancer;
I am mortified stiff
to dance sans rhythm.
The bar has a backyard area. Sky’s navy
Fence strung with pink lights
I watch her smoke cigarettes
Resisting a draw. And/or confession.
An unspoken dynamic is a nearly-blank page
White except for faint markings of an emerging sketch;
It holds potential. Which is exciting. Also
There is a sense of purity.