another poem reprinted from the 

Every Day Poets website

Invitation to the Dance

Our words drown in disco sound.

All week this beat had leaked

from loose earphones on rush-hour trains.

Tonight you fluoresce. In strobing light I see

parts of your self you’ve brought from home:

keepsakes from the past,

keys to the present,

charms for the future.

All piled here between us.

May I dance with you round the bag?

Stuart Larner