summer 83 & peaches

dance floor

chiara's body was on yours,
i could only imagine the heat between
the two of you dancing, sweating.

i noticed how people seemed
to want to be her, to take her place,
so i realized i wasn't the only one.

why her, oliver?
you could have chosen me instead,
why didn't you?

i waited for my cigarette to end,
my eyes freeze in you and her,
the way you'd move your body.

you were too close for two strangers.
i have to admit it broke me a bit,
although i wasn't surprised.