Things got a little busy, as things are wont to. I’ve not had time to post, but I’ve kept up with the writing, which is the point, after all. 🙂 Prompts from Adele Kenny’s poetry blog have been lifesavers.
Dancing over the edge
Perhaps the wine or faint haze of cigarette
smoke made them dizzy, or the low
lighting and flicker of candles felt cave-like
and safe, or the steady throb of music
induced a kind of trance: they glided
together through song after song, inches
apart but touching, until they couldn’t
remember any other way to move.