we made noise on the floor, expecting the red and green
lights to bleed brown, focus on our skin, our naked skin,
the sound of drumming swimming through our ears like fish
who look out through the windows of our eyes and smile
at passersby, all piranha teeth and lamprey mouths that
suck and suck at anything with soft enough flesh, small
mollusk bodies that yearn for the shell, spit ink and dash.
we had rhythm like the incessant crashing of waves,
delicate as young seahorses but with hunger as big as
whales, keening our song through the vastness of the
ocean, luring as the angler fish in the depths all the while.
we danced the sea dance with hands swaying like kelp
and i smiled at you, moving in, tighter and tighter circles.