you gave me nightmares about those emerald eyes:
submerged in saturday-night delights, singing
songs I never wanted to hear, filthy
with the thought of seduction.
in the crush of the crowd, hands find hands,
partners find partners and you found me
trembling at your expected touch, shivering
to the vibrations of the music.
we were never sketched in drawings
or painted in conjunction, never traded
glances or numbers, but tonight;
fate is drunk and irony is taking advantage.
