Under Renovation

“Nice boots”

“But have you seen them dance!”

And so we did

Dance, across the laneways, on the alleys’ stairs, to the entertainment of kitchen staff’s smoke breaks, with a scarf, from each doorway that would allow the space, around scaffoldings of buildings

Under Renovation.

“What’s your name?”

“Adam. Or James. Or Scott. With a Z.”

Through photo shoots. Of graffiti and Lady Gaga fans.

Outside clubs that would charge us for just. One. last drink.

And you never asked me mine, as you pirouetted in an emptying bar

While I drank my dark rum with the barman

And the strangers clapped. 

“You make me horny”

You.

Make.

Me.

Horny.

“Ok stranger. But have you seen me dance?”

Around a fountain and across bushes and back out without following

Scaffoldings. Of those buildings. As gym bars

Sign posts and bike bars and hand railings for slides

Following without inquiring

Across the bench tops and along the alleyways

And just, for five hours, we danced.

Until the sun rose and the rain cleared us out.  

Without knowing anything but the two unnamed strangers on a pavement.