dance of youth

all around is insecurity – a room of adult children
slow-dancing three feet apart, like at a school dance
daring themselves to touch someplace new, daring,
and potentially warm and exciting
the disco ball and pounding music offer distraction
a blanket to mute the senses and excuse a move not attempted
drops of nervous sweat hang in the air
young love, or fear of its presence
a pleasant grin across the dance floor
a fleeting glance across the table
tip-toed steps, toward and away
the dance of eventual masturbation
never changes, gets old, out of style
never fulfills, disappoints
never ends
it just gets predictable

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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