July 7, 2010

Poem: Dancehall

Dancehall

Wine

Grind

Stepping slowly to the beat

Sweat

Heat

Between you and me

Your hands on my hips

And guide me to the rhythm

Lighters in the air

Smoke everywhere

But there is nothing but silence between you and me

I feel the sweat on your cheek

Pressed up against me

Bodies In sync

Meant to meet

A crowd all around

But together we are escaping

via pulsating cadence

You stand so close to me

I can feel your heartbeat

Chest thumps

Beats bump

Hair on my neck

Sticky

Sweat beads

Your fingers intertwine with mine

We pause

Suddenly there is no sound

Eyes lock

Bodies pop

To the beat

In crowded the dancehall

It’s just you in me

Sex in clothes

In syncopated beats

Now

At this moment

You and Me

3 comments:

  1. a little weekend fun? forget the poem...do tell!!!

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  2. @PK...just a little "wine" going on at the Reggae club (with the finest man I ever laid eyes on)...That's it!

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  3. Nice prose, as usual. The only thing missing is the sound of the drummer. But if the reader was engaged as I, then he or she can easily hear the thumping sounds.

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