Bodies

Bodies on bodies.
Shallow joy, prowling eyes.
The heat, the laughter and the sweat
filling in the air like mist;
dimming out the lights.
Me, standing there paralysed.
You, lost in the crowd.
Dancing, bringing the floor down.
Bodies on bodies;
the music turned on loud.
Quarter life crisis I call it.
Me, unable to dance; all dolled up.
You, lost in the crowd.