simulacrum of life

leaning into me. your face barely inches from mine, i gaze in wonder. as the music starts to play, i gently hold your fingers and tug gently. you respond and rise from your seat, slightly unsteady from the alcohol (plus other things) coursing through your system. we make our way to the dancefloor wriggling through the crowd. the buzz of the alcohol mixing together with the pounding bass beats gives us our rhythm. i watch your body sinuating.. serpentine in it's motion.. fluid-like in it's gyrations. i take a hold of your waist and join you in moving to the beat of the music. we move as one. dipping, shimmying, swaying.. as one. we stare into each other's eyes and we know it's true...