lucky me

the other night:
a fellowship of four
at the lotus
(is it still called that? is it called something newer and trendier?)

i stood grinning stupid
and the sexy friend approached
and giggled.

what are you so happy about?
she shouted,
her subtle smile elevated to blaze
in this tooloud room.

she needed to ask!
i gasped:
look at you.

we watched together the other two -
thrusting, laughing, twisting, churning,
giggling,
being,
on the dance floor.

isn't it beautiful? i rhetoricalized.
she nodded happily.

glide.
glide.
glide for a moment
on the sigh of the music
and the now
and the yes.

so much yes.
too much.
such great glorious yes yes

i geekily giddily overexplained:

i could never watch this long,
never take in
every
gorgeous
gyration
if i was other.

but being me, i can stand here,
grinning, staring,
taking you all in -

and you let me!
you invite me!

right now
right here:
i'm the luckiest grrrl in the world.

she cannot argue.

she watches
sighs
smiles at me happily.

and slides back into the stage of my creation.