confetti - Brown Bottle Man

by Heidi Hermanson

In a dusty dance hall,
he beckoned me over
across a darkened room,
and I went, complied.
I danced with him.
Courtly at first, he spun me
more and more wildly
till the room seemed
like lights flashing by
on a merry-go-round at night.
Colors running together like wet paint.

He tells me sweet things
tickling my fancy
and promising me more and more–
Yet he always disappears
By morning.