poem

[eridun]

they don't have titles - honestly, they never do. I try but eh, just don't.

Enjoy.

The music fades out
the next song fades in
and with that change a switch clicks in my head
dimly, then flickering
and finally a pop and the lights are on
memory moves forward in my mind
twisting and moving seductively with the music
bass and treble controling the moment
I see it
lights in purple and yellow
walls of stone and brick
floor slick with ash and wine
worn velvet everywhere
giving slick black bodies a place to lounge
and on the dance floor, like a wave
ebbing and flowing to the tones from the speakers
arms wild, eyes fierce and mouths open
silently screaming to the music
smoke tracing curls to the ceiling
all that heat
the sweat of dancers
running eye makeup mixing with lipstick
as our lips meet
hot and sticky our bodies collide
that careful space disolved instantly
and now glued together we find a new rhythm
the next song
swaying dangerously and holding on to one another for stability
the ocean on the floor swells with people running to dance
spills over into the walkways
closer to the brighter lights
away from the seductive dark of the dance floor
where other bodies push me into you and back again
we are alone on the floor through our eyes
and you explore my body as though we truly are alone
my arms wrapped tight around your neck
as you leave marks on mine
then voices
laughing and idle chatter overtake my ears
the lights brighten quickly and the memory fades
shrinking back against the invasion of vanilla voices and people
so many stupid people
pushing memory back despite the song continuing
bringing myself back to the present
to the desk
to the computer
to the phone and the files
but all is not lost
for the last thing I hear before the song changes
'see you in your dreams'
and with a contented sigh
I go back to work.