A slow,

heavy

bassline

that sways

our hips

in unison

more intimate

than

love-making

more vulnerable

in our reactions

it’s some kind of voodoo

i know

but

i drink it up anyway

who isn’t a sucker

for a pretty face?

take my own

advice

put the vessel

with the pestle

down

quietly

back up

toward the door

one hand

in front

snapping fingers

to the beat

the other

reaching

behind ye

for the door knob

keep swaying

keep doing

the electric slide

to your escape.

get home

and

barricade yourself

in

dreams.

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