My lover took me to Club Underground

where Josh the Bartender

poured me more gin than tonic.

The ceiling crusted with rebellion.

Black was the uniform

but no dress code required:

come as you are

in your heathen skin

shake to the screech

of overworked speakers–

there’s freedom here.

His kiss found my lips

as he swept onto the stage,

pulling his bass to his body

the way a lover gets pulled

into unbridled passion.

Barely a sip of Bombay

I was already drunk

from the joy on his face.

With each song

he deepened

into his body.

I gorged on the rush

of blood and dopamine

pulsing through him

filling myself up on the mana–

the flowing force of nature

vibrating through him.

My lover took me to Club Underground

and Club Underground took me

to my lover.