Neon lights throbbing,
nearly pulsating
against shells of skin.
Heavy music
echoing off
my crooked teeth
and bright spasms
from blinking bulbs
exposing your back.
I catch a quick glimpse
of your dark hair
falling over your eyes;
and then I'm swallowed
by the crowd,
and you've disappeared.
YOU ARE READING
A Bridge Between Minds
PoetryA series of poems describing the relationship with my boyfriend, beginning with the first night we met.
