A whirlwind of sound
Light. Colour. Spoken word
Lyrics, whispered shouting 
Into our armpits
Wall to wall 
At the Queen's Ball.
I wonder where my place is.
A crumpled sticker 
On the toilet cubicle floor
Round like the world
Spruiking 'For God so loved.. ' at 2am 
To those using the bathroom
A seeming invasion of privacy
I return to the dance floor
To see lovers, women, kissing
Couples dancing to the end
I stand alone watching
Not realising I, too, am invading 
Intimacy I do not own
Conversations with new friends
Planning a sapphic bookclub
My eyes drift up and to the right - she says- as I speak the name
A potential future love
Though hope has evaded me before, and likely will again
I shrug my shoulders
'See how it goes'
~'Meet at Sweet Brew it is the best'
But most of all ~
Do it for book club xo