We drank wine and danced.
We drank cheap red wine,
because it was all we could afford.
We ate at home rather than at a restaurant.
Then we walked the streets of the city,
rather than go to a movie theater.
The people all around were our entertainment,
all those people enjoying the thrills of the city.
We smiled at their drunken laughter and fine dinners,
for these were beautiful moments in their lives,
leaving work far behind and going out to
dance and play and love and enjoy others around them.
We were in a beautiful moment, too,
walking with my arm around her shoulders,
absorbing the pulsing life of the people.
They were together with each other,
and I was together with her.
Together, together, bonding together
against the lonely dark of the night,
warming ourselves with the glow of togetherness.
Then we returned to our apartment and
drank that cheap red wine and
danced in our underwear,
and she giggled at how I’m a horrible dancer.
Finally, joyously, we made love
— moans taking over for the giggles —
then we lay in bed feeling wonderful
and talked far into the night of our dreams.
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