strangers

upon the first hour
of the first meeting
she took your hand
and said
stand up. I love this song
so you stood
and turned your head upward
to listen
to the overhead
music
in the pizza joint
off the pike.
slowly she led you around
the black and white tiled
floor
slippery with pizzas
being bricked oven
cooked in the back.
she sang into your ear,
strangers in
the night she cooed.
it was getting
stranger alright.