I remember the room was dark and red with some other cosmic color that bended into your arms as we danced into the morning.
It was nothing serious and perhaps it never will be
the Marvin and the Donnie and the Marley had me moving as if it would be the last time I shared my troubles over the shoulder of a stranger.
But you kept up and it felt good.
You see the world as it should be and immortalize it for girls like me who value words, photographs, beats, cosmic lights, and dancing to songs I don’t quite remember on the nights I will never forget.