Monday, Sept. 16

• the moonlight
  sneaking in through
  the cracks, the
  cold gloomy air
  the warm
  touch of being
  wanted.

• darkened theater,
  the floor slightly
  sticking to my
  shoes.
  Two hours of
  flashing images.
  A story of what
  we once were.

• The twirling of
  satin magenta
  fabric.
  Laughter &
  giggling fill
  the air.
  We all want
  to find the
  perfect one
       don't we?