Three. Sometimes I am pathetic

We weren't the most graceful
or beautiful
on the dance floor last night
but your hands on my waist
were perfect.

The stories you told
as we awkwardly swayed
did nothing
to abate the desire for you
that pooled between my legs.

When the first song ended
we paused.
I thought the moment was over
but another began -
you told me it was your favorite
as you pulled me back in to your embrace.

Our friends watched from the sidelines,
their cameras flashed
as we laughed
but we didn't slow our steps
for their entertainment.

As the final song ended
you stepped away.
I was bereft but you
kissed my hand saying you'd
see me at the after party.

I walked across downtown
with visions in my head of your
reaction when you saw me again
and they were all better
than what actually happened.

My buzz had long worn off
but yours was still heavy
as you asked if I enjoyed
our dance then left when
you were distracted by your friends.

As the bar closed,
we all stumbled to our limos,
goodbyes dripping from our lips.
You went around the circle
kissing cheeks, saying good night.
But you missed me.

I'd waited months
for that dance.
Everyone was so excited
thinking we'd finally gotten our act together,
everyone but you.

As you walked into that night
with another friends' jacket
across your shoulders, you spared
a fleeting glance and a wave
and a "you look amazing."

Now that the photos have
been developed, the evidence is
there to see but you still
look at me like you used to -
guarded and slightly distrustful,
like I'm out to trick you in to
falling in love with me.

Or something.
Either way I cherish
the memory of your face so
close to mine and your laughter
when we danced
that night.

I'll hold it
close to my chest
only opening it during the
darkest of times -
when you don't look at me at all.