A Valentine’s Day dance.

Completely lost to chance.

In the tides of my vision.

I see one, in proposition.

The newest grill.

At the end of the market.

It is a beautiful grill.

Gorgeous and delicious looking.

My heart drums in my chest.

Brain filing in haste.

I thrum my fingers on my waist.

Lip bit, and spit slick.

I look to the price tag, weighing my options.

Sweat rolls down my brow in a panic....