when you halt each other's circling gazes
and all the honesty a stare can contain
because the music is loud and the crowd is oblivious
and any time you could break and run
and be lost in the mass of glittery humanity.
it's all peripheral
, then gone.
the shortest distance between two points is a straight line
you don't notice you aren't breathing
what happens now?
keep the distance safely between you
let those eyes pass safely into the blurred memory of all the drunken nights
or jump, arms spread
find out whether or not those eyes are all talk