Cold like the ocean
He calculated my entire being
As I danced
To him it was a sort of slow motion
Between restless crowds
Soon to be hung over
I caught his stare
Centered through raising hands
And
Flowing hair
As bodies collided and fell apart
Like vapors
He disappeared
Sweating through
Our lacey shirts
Slinging back our heels
And walking home barefoot
Turning quiet keys
So to not wake the sleep of babies
I noticed he had left my favorite flower
A single Gerber daisy
I picked her up
And tip toed inside
A smile at the unexpected
And hopeful mystery
Who are you stranger
And when will we touch again?
Souldier Girl 