First

For the dverse prompt.

First

Dim-lit shadows bouncing back
and forth, a beat bouncing off the walls.
You had such a lack of rhythm it seemed
another music bounced in your head.

Thick smells of beer, sweaty perfume,
your laughter, eyes close and bright
in Ziggy’s beer light, a stumble closer
took me by surprise (not you),

into your arms, and the beer, the light,
your laughter, exploded on my lips
what I had been waiting for
all my life.