summertime bacchanalian

she was beautiful and we were dancing.. when the music stopped i kissed her, then she looked away. "sorry" i said, "is that not ok". "no it's fine," she said, so i kissed her again and we kept dancing. and kissing. and dancing and kissing. someone yelled, "get a room!" which just made me kiss her again. by the time we finally stopped i had forgotten it was a world with people who come and go through your life as easy as a summer breeze. i had forgotten anything existed at all except for me and this girl and our dance. but it did, and as the moment slipped away i knew happiness would be getting it back. love would be getting it forever. and that's when i started to believe such things were possible. and that some people will never know.