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.