Dance

She decides to float across the waves of heat from the towers which have been placed to heat the waves of sweating teenagers out there in the cold and warmth. She drifts heedlessly from night to night and from opinions to opinions and follows where the fun and games go. And too often does she find herself splayed across the altar of whimsy and too often does she taste the breath of unpredictability and too often taste the consequences and With stalk eyes, gale force winds contained... There’s nothing original about noticing the color of eyes- or comparing them to hurricanes but. I can’t help but Furrowed red line eyebrows and I ask to touch her hair after my hand is already in it and. She says she looks like a crack whore and she gave herself tattoos and pierced her own ears. She’s wearing sneakers and a black dress with ...and it’s open in the back. I remember how her hips felt, I doubt she remembers my shoulders elastic, tight fabric and bone there isn’t much of her there and movement I was too sweaty she isn’t too warm her shoulders curve funny ‘i don’t know how to dance either’ I suspect she’s lying.