See him across the bar –
head bobbing in & out of crowds
touchable hair
kissable eyes
ache down to my bottom chakra
crude rude glowing light of
the middle of me
quivering to the rhythm of
you & the moon
My fingers extend to touch
the curls
I'm still so far away
in more than many ways
likeable him
likeable lonely me
and his strokeable lips
I'll run a finger from the nape of his neck
inside his collar as if
clothing is no impediment
to intimate touch
nor the crowded bar
breathe warm & moist in his ear
fuck him hard in the back of
his car
trying to connect every part
of my body
to every part of his
I want the music to sing between us
for fucking to be a composition
something to take away
when passion has risen &
crested
go back
slide on top of him
both still fully clothed
feel him hard against my
belly & thighs
through his jeans
through the thin cotton dress
move his hands up my thigh
so he can tell I'm not wearing anything else
and that I'm ready for him
for music
no
back
return to never did
return to his winking head
sparkling glass in his hand
I'm here only to watch
cognizant of other nights
other full moon nights
such as this
where I could slip into this chaos
this loud anonymity
with the intention fully formed
to enter into a singular intimacy
with a man of my choosing
him
to sate my potent unrealized desire
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