I don’t know the next time we’ll dance again in some loud bar that’s sticky with the rhythms and sweet warmed; something akin to lust. I like holding you around other people being held. We dance until we sweat, just enough; that sheen of ‘I like being in your company.’ I don’t know when we’ll get to dance again like that, COVID having quieted things. We dance until we sweat and so we go outside for a breath of fresh air, the music becoming less pronounced, just a remembrance of ‘We are here’ and a remembrance of why we are here. We go outside for a breath and to think of our 1,000 futures along with everyone else breathing away from the raucousness inside. There are those breaths between music notes just like there are angles of my mouth against yours. We go back inside for the outside railing is lined with so many dreamers and there is a good song playing inside and you and me want to entangle our future beyond breath.

[submitted on 6/21/2020]