Somehow our eyes will meet
over the bobbing heads,
under the strobing lights,
and we will step across
to begin our jointly
transient destiny
with a flute of champagne
for each of us. 'Alone?'
One question: I will be
rhetorically yours,
content to be wanted,
intoxicated by
the power that it brings;
the club will be too big
for this, our pas de deux
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