The dancers strolled into the coffee shop at
2am
bleary eyed, hair tossed, windblown
beautiful

Post performance, some still in costume, others half undressed
carelessly displaying their tights

Unintentionally provocative,
garnering attention with their sequined movement
they moved in a group, out of routine I suppose,
toward a back table,
fingerless gloves wrapped around coffee mugs, whipped cream mustaches, three different conversations.

They had no intention of sharing anything
making them, of course
ten times as attractive.