she was wearing a turquoise dress
that fit her every curve.
it swayed with every step she took
and when the breeze blew by
it showed her legs in a way that
made her seem like she was worth
everyone's time.
we exchanged glances,
and began to speak in a language that only
we could understand.
we synchronize ourselves and bat our
eyelashes at exactly the right moment.
and then it fell into place,
her hand in mine and my hand in hers
and we walked down the street
occasionally taking each other into an embrace
that no one else could comprehend.