I listen to that awesome beat
I thought it was the alcohol and music
but as the humid Miami night got darker, longer, and more crowded
with thoughts, smoke, and people
I realize with different eyes
The thrumming rhythm I have been hearing
when we slow dance to an anonymous blues song
and I put the side of my head to your chest
and it was hot and I was an embarrassing perspirer

it was my heart syncopating with yours this whole hot humid
Miami night