The Dance (2014)

Easy to read--
Nothing complicated, as we share glances time and time again.
We're both thankful for a respective friend:
A device--
Someone to talk to before locking eyes again,
Between fluid movements of trying to impress.
She disappears on the crowded floor,
But after she returns again and again, I'm no longer worried,
Each time closer than ever.

Sweat.
But not from nervousness.
Apprehensive?
Sure.
But there's too much confidence dousing the floor to be worried.

The time is cut short--
What???
The device betrays me:
It's time to go,
And this time, there will be no return--
No chance at organic reunion.
Just ask the question, then;
It'll give you something to hold on to,
A tangible connection.

Barely audible over the constant rolling sound,
Her response is the first thing that surprises me tonight;
After hours of shameless eye undressing,
The list of explanations is short:
Either one of us is crazy,
Or I asked out the wrong girl.