School Dance

I don't like school dancing.
Circle dances where I have to touch and be touched by a bunch of sweaty guys I don't know.
How fucking appealing.
And then we have to tango,
where I lunge into the embrace of a man I don't want to be touched by
his hand tight on my crawling flesh
my hand trapped in the cage of his
legs locked in a quick, seductive dance I want no part in.
Slow stepping into each other, too close for comfort.
I don't want to dance.
Not with him
or any of these people.
I'm not one to lunge, to slowly step into him, to have someone's hands on me without me wanting them there.

I want you.
I want your hands on me.
Dancing with you would be easy.
With your light steps and comfort hands,
I can see us laughing through tangled legs and fingers
Quick, seductive steps bringing us close enough to touch
to tease.
My hand wrapped in yours, like I've found home
That sounds like fun.
That sounds fucking great.

Not this.