Flashback to a Beautiful Night.

It was dark with eyes closed and dim red with them open.

You pulled me close to you, pressed your hips to my own and
shut your eyes. Your nose (your mouth?) was in my hair,
hovering above my neck, my shoulders (bare
and tense and warm). The beat, the rock, the sway
and tilt, the dizzy air, the satin skirts,
the masquerade, the overload, they guided us along.
So hard to breathe, and Would it last? I hardly knew but danced
and I was happy, pressed my face into your own
and felt the faintly bristling cheek. And then
you pulled me closer still, ‘til I fit into you: no intentions, inhibitions --
safely a mistake.