[101/Poetry] The old building
Strings of an instrument
Rhymthic fingers caressing
Shades of a stage
The sickly spotlight shines
He sleeps
She lies awake
Possesive, his hand around her
Comforted, she smiles
Soft, soft moans
A lady bent over
Cramps in her stomach
She walks in
Quiet, quiet
The building sleeps
Not a sound
Not a soul
Comes to stir
The club sings
The humans dream
Within the walls the music
dance
Harmony ascendant
Sultry, silky, smooth,
Teasing, provocative, deliberate
He lures her in
Till applause breaks the spell
Off the stage he goes
Behind the wall she beckons
All in the silence
Of tonight…
Original entry as appearing at Ink to Screen.