step in time

friday 26th april 2002 @ 00:56

step to the salsa

feel the rhythm palm to palm but

don't make eye contact.

a heady mix of vodka and marlboros leave a stain on my thoughts. a humid room thick with men counting steps and women laughing in heels too high. the red walls closing in with every drink. and no breathing room despite the high ceiling. wiping palms on loose trousers we danced as old friends. the music moved me, but i moved myself because no one else can do it for me.