Stomping feet, swinging hips, and long gone friends
Form the memory of my last dance with
The first love of my adolescence, whose
Radiance never ceased to amaze me.
I fell at first sight, but hindsight reveals
Teenage infatuation without hope.
And yet I still remember when, as I
Was leaving the party, she stepped forward
And pulled me into a wistful embrace.
When we both pulled back, our eyes met and I
Became so entranced by her gaze that I
Bypassed their colour completely, losing
Myself in something else entirely.
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