Shimmering like a marriage she moved towards me,

eyes glittering in the harsh club light. 

Soft, yet insisting, her hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled. 

My body, the traitor, caved as she bespelled me, 

Her fluid body moved in ways never thought possible, it was a dazzling display only she could produce. 

“Maridith,” she whispered under the loud music. 

Her breath was cool, almost gentle against my ear, “you can call me meredith.” 

With those words my pulse thundered, and my vision grew fuzzy, 

her face was all that stayed focused. 

I stared into her black cavernous eyes and said,

“Of course love.”

Her glossy red lips quarked then, 

and Maridith thought to herself: 

what a fool this girl is, what a beautiful fool. 

As the night whirled away, my body entered her wavelength, 

how something once so disjointed and heavy could dance like her 

was a miracle.

We twined and twisted,

producing an illuminating spectacle, 

stars shining bright in the speckled club sky.

Once separated from earthy bounds we flew into the open night,

and our laughter crackled against ozone and oxygen. 

“You’ve ruined me you know” 

I confessed as our breaths caught the moon. 

“I know, honey. 

I know.”  

She kissed me. 

A thousand stars exploded, 

the world broke apart to announce a revelation written in bright irradiation. 

My hands found the nape of her neck and pressed her closer,

Frenzied fingers threaded through thick hair,

And starving lips ravished cool skin. 

Time stretched and shortened,

god was playing the accordion for us.

But as the moon kissed our side of the earth goodbye, 

Meredith disappeared.

Of course she did. 

Of course she did.