memories of wanton moments
on the dancefloor
using alcohol to ease the
introduction of
flesh to flesh
to translate
the connection of
eyes across a room
no longer so appealing without
the haze of intoxication
coupled with
the hunger of youth
forget all that past
the moon is dark tonight
don’t look for those
old truths
we are shrouded
no one can see us
let’s just dance
narinda heng 