Slow songs

The bass drops  
and in sequined,  
sweating  
desperation  
the crowd throbs to  
some fist-pumping  
dance-club anthem  
 
but I can’t seem  
to find their beat,  
because the moment  
you touched me,  
every song  
became a slow song.  
 
Our foreheads kiss
and the air between us  
becomes a humid mist  
melting our bodies  
to each other  
like a paper napkin  
around a cold beer  
 
My shoes stick to the  
tacky floor, and the  
bouncer flexes  
at some angry  
twat starting shit;    
as your arms  
drape around  
my waist.  
 
The light press of our bodies,  
the way the  
hair at the back  
of your neck feels  
under my  
fingertips  
gives me  
easy shivers  
 
and I want you  
 
In this perfect moment  
your lips make promises  
for your body to keep  
when the night wanes,  
and the night wanes  
all night, leaving you  
the north star  
of my wandering heart  
 
Our feet move in slow time,  
your thumb  
caresses the exposed  
part of my lower back,  
and the crowd goes  
wild as the DJ  
drops another song  
that makes the alarms  
go off in the double-parked cars.  
 
and my heart beats  
in agonizing time  
with your hips  
 
Because the moment  
 
you touched me
 
every song  
became a slow song.