Encounter

We met in the club

Neon lights, weed, sweat and smoke

Alcohol in my bloodstream pulsing through my eyesight

The bassline set the rhythm we didn’t need to talk

I grabbed her waist

She pressed back on me

We grinding,

Bumping,

Breathing

My mind was drifting

We rocking

We caressing

Too close

Too hot

Next to the speakers we lost in the moment

And the next moment

And the next moment

And the next moment

And the moment after that

I heard her then

Let’s go

British accent

Mother land body

My vision is blurry

Gripping hands in a hurry

We made our way

The jam continued

In her home

In her foyer

In her living room

In her kitchen

In her bathroom

In her bed

In her satin sheets

Switching positions like gears

Dream catcher legs twist

Smooth like silk and chocolate

Slinks closer like a premonition of a hangover

She bends over

Jiggle her British Afro-Caribbean booty

Begging to be dealt with

She mad wild

Taking totes in the half light

Bob Marley and Mos Def easing out the stereo

Really though

She urging me on

I didn’t need it

She wanted me to abuse her

Like i was a user

A door slammed

Fuck

A man’s voice

I dashed in the bathroom

Footsteps

She laying cool

Silence

Smell of weed and sex

Voices

Soft voices

Soft Tones

Gun shots

Once twice thrice

Silence

Breathing

Footsteps

Door closes

Silence

Glen Toussaint©2015