School Dance

The gym was decorated: crepe draped and glittery. Disquietude was partner as I stood against the wall, misrepresented hunger gnawing at my soul and a misunderstood thirst. The electric strumming died, so the vehemence of a heart-throbbing perpetual drum solo and snare’s shimmering effervescence could ripple, rumble and shoot as lightning through the air, no reverence for my ears, nor veneration for years. Then he stepped into the emptiness of the full room, alone, a late arrival, early, anticipated. I heard my heart’s solo drumming on my ribs resonating until my misconstrued hunger and thirst turned keen and translated to amorousness. My teen heart flamed. Fervidness was defined. And all music forever changed its tune. Feb. 9, 2019 Free Verse On Love- 10 Words- Pick A Prize Poetry Contest, Lu Loo