Both are gliding through space now
They cross paths
Brush off each other
Smiling
Looking into each other’s eyes
Both not for too long, a few seconds at most
They talk, meet, and dance
Order a drink and keep moving
Over the course of the night
They’ll be away from each other
Sometimes long periods — perhaps an hour
At times, temptation may seem present
Though, it doesn’t really exist here
Because both know who they are
Both know what this is
There’s likely to be drama
There’s likely to be suspense
But that’s expected
That’s a part of the journey