Our hand holds were symmetry
a frail synergy
a fragility considered thee to be the poster child for struggles
and anguish...
ambiguities declined
your inclined right
to imagine your own reality
but tonight
you are the  guest star
of a jazz club  hazed up by cigar smoke
and sensual music in the air
so thick it felt like
sex was in the air,
so hot and sticky...
moving bodies were not
declining a possible
symphonic orchestra of
dance move greetings
meant for you
and welcomed by your feet
the beats were so smooth
The Roots would dare
to try adopt these sounds

Greetings will be done with a smile
and conversation will be kept to a minimum as music will
speak for us
Alcohol would co-write
our thought for the stories that will be played
out for tonight
tonight will be beautiful
and remembered not
through freeze frames and instagram shots and
pouted lips
no,
your subconscious mind
will whisper the memories of this night
to your conscious mind
and flashbacks will be your dreams