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.