darkest of nights. my jukebox plays. I am not the one with the coins. I am not the selector. thrills spills and little kills run rampant on the dance floor. strobe-light flickers shines dims. shadow man shadow woman disappearing in the glare. what aches to sing that song in the gloam. what joyous tune sounds above this dismantling. reunite slowly during the ballad. this intimate partner. how her dress sways and floats above her thighs. I taste the in-between. there's a violin and a saxophone. she says my name when she says I love you. the walls come down and the ceiling drifts away. I hold her in my hands. both palms on her jaw. my thumbs grace her lips. its magical, to be so small in front of me while opening up such an enormous presence.
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