new moon outing

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