Road House


On the levee    music moves bodies    heat
        I want you to feel    my breasts through thin
shirt’s gauze                        my hips                        riding you like a train
                one more shot of tequila                 sucking
on that lime.                Music won’t let go                 it must be lust
                sheet lightening flashes                 in the distant middle of the night
electricity in the air            no one has a name                 time is the razor
                lifting night’s edge.            Oak trees release summer smell
                        sweat glitters on my belly                lick me
what happens next          I don’t care          I know where we’re headed
                     where we want to go.