constant

dancing with another
on a floor smoke filled packed and pounding
held in his arms friendly but not quite so
alcohol beginning to crowd already crowded mind

one song passes to another
rhythm changing slightly one after the next
still in the arms of a friend who wishes for more
the push of vodka countering the pull of the memory

of a song not so long ago one night
the heady heavy beat of the feel of
in your arms perfection
the floor packed but us alone.

the dance now fades to be replaced by the next
in friendship's embrace i remain on the floor
my mind filled with alcohol warring for space
with the memory of that song and you

pity the friend who dances with me.

the song will change and the beat will change and
friendship's arms remain as i,
i remain in the crowded mind of that night so long ago and
you.