the room
was spinning
perhaps
at least
i thought so
as i washed down one more
body shot
with a lick of salt
and sour lemon.

he danced
like a demi-god
whispering in my ear
without saying anything
everything
all and
nothing all at once
and i felt his fingers clamp
in my hair; taut, tight,
pulling
like the strings he
had attached
to my back.

06/06/2002