Our bodies gyrate to the thud
after thud after thud of the brand-new-
pop-songs-turned-dance-grooves
by some cookie-cutter drugged up DJ.

Little boys bounce to the rhythm
all around us as we bump together –
he is a tiger (grrr). I want him closer.
A shirt comes off and we rub
one another — I am his.

In another song and a half, he teases –
swooping in and licking my lips gently.
Suddenly, our lips lock in the confusion.
The exchange is long — he tastes
delicious his tongue dances masterfully
in my all too eager mouth. I am alive!

We know. The little boy came here
only to leave a man. I came here to
seduce him. We leave content,
failing in our missions, but with a new
discovery to haunt and excite us.

That night has made me. It is the
only night I’ve ever known who I am –
who I want — what life means.

3.18.2002

03/18/2002

Posted on 02/19/2009
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