Strobe Light Hand Signals

I saw her dance, hands over her head; she never looked more of an angel. We’d all agreed to meet here at this run down warehouse at the edge of town because there was nowhere else to be.

The DJ turned the table like a pro but he was just some kid who’d spent to much time growing up alone while his parents threw money at him to compensate.

She swayed, such as a charmed snake, to the music and my heart thumped against my chest. So I asked to own one of those dances and she said sure, her friend had given the night up because someone else was wearing the same apparels and she didn’t want to be alone.

We danced more than once and drank cheap cider in the cigarette smoke cause back then everyone smoked and no one gave a shit.

The sun came up on a holy day before we’d had a chance, so I stole her to a quiet place and read poetry on her skin, she laughed, I knew then the magic had done its work.

Later that day our souls did meet in the middle of the town and with one effervescent kiss it was as if there was no one else around.