Girl In The Aqua Tee

You were the girl in the aqua tee and hot pink skinny jeans at Subterranean on Saturday night. You probably know who this is. At least I hope you do. We watched each other shake it for a good half hour, then you left the floor and I went to get a drink. Later on, we found each other again, out under the lights, amid the sea of gyrating bodies, the scents of sweat and alcohol drawing us together. You smiled, held my gaze for a few seconds. That was all I needed. We danced silently; no shouted introductions or stilted small talk. That song. God, it’s been on a loop in my head for the past forty eight hours. What the hell was that song? Whatever it was, it transported us to another plane of existence. I was gone, lost, utterly consumed by you. How long did it last? It could have been five minutes or an hour. All I know is I was absent from reality. You were all I knew, all I cared about; watching you, your lithe body releasing itself to that song. That song! I’ve never been so free of my own consciousness, so unencumbered by self-awareness. It was all you. The kiss. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life; it was pure, naked desire. And it was the best. By far. I won’t soon forget it. Perhaps we’ll find each other, through some miracle of fate. Perhaps you don’t feel the same. Totally OK. But if you happen to read this, and you know that song...please, clue me in. That loop in my head won’t play forever.