He Chose Me

Warm, flushed

My glitter freckles his face,
the jockey should be shot;
in the back of my mind
these linger
but I don't give a damn.

Light --
too bright,
glowing
pink and blue

He teaches me a trick;
side to side,
down and back.
one, two
three, four.

One, Three,
Two, Four.

I can feel them
watching,
but I feel him even more;
against my thigh,
hip to hip,
hand to back,
whisper to ear,
Lip to lip.