Across the dark shaking room, I see you smile and I can feel you next to me. Bouncing up and off and all around, sharp sounds cut us to move. Short steps elongate toward your presense. High anticipation, secret seduction between lips of steel. You want me there, between notes and drinks and moments of velocity. But space expands and you wander to your idea of how it should be. i am in the parking lot, no longer in the pounding room but still my knees quake. But I wouldn't let that slip.