La luna de espejos

Mabel, left
her purse with some friends
and went out to dance,
the violet lights protected her.
She lied about her age
crossing the empty dance floor,
and he embraced her,
the slow songs played, allowing it.

And the music continued,
and the dance floor filled up.
She spun while talking to him.

They had seen each other before,
a dance at the Salinas club,
the usual comments, and his hand on her back held her.
A counter
with classroom tables.
The crowd.
The mirror moon spun in the air.

And the music helped,
she saw the dance floor darken.
Her body leaning on him.

Mabel hesitated,
but didn't turn her cheek,
and also kissed,
pretending to know while she learned.

And the music changed,
and the dance floor woke up,
and that new perfume on the skin.