you win again, but to wallflower

as they played you win again
you asked me to dance 
and i replied only 
hey one of the metalheads came in

you said maybe he’ll dance with me 
metalhead cranes head to reveal 
the high cheekbones of a smooth neutral face 
slender ivory fingers from a black leather sleeve
lay on the table at the ready 

i said go ask, will you
and you did and you and she 
slow spin with huge timid smiles 
beautiful, to wallflower 

there’s your human touch for tonight
and at that, novel and free
of all our fictions