Like Nobody’s Watching
A poem
I move, pumping my fists wildly, laughing until blush flushes my cheeks, sweat creeping into my baby hairs.
The music vibrates on my skin, the lights dancing around the room, the crowd singing without care, knowing every word.
We jump up and down to the beat, every breath sacred and felt, the songs and time blending together.
These are the nights I miss most, when I could dance like nobody was watching.
