City Lights

Smooth jazz glossed the city. 
We danced to lamplight and gutter smell. 

You dreamed of the country, 
of a body filled with blueberries, 
and cream pouring from the clouds.

But the city shook us. 
And we danced
to smooth jazz,
under the unforgiving stars. 

I hate cement. 
I hate asymmetric shoes.
I hate the way we pass everything, 
on our way to nowhere.  

I hate the city, 
But I love how we dance.