Friday, 4 June 2010
DV8 was the name of the gay bar.
I entered it with open arms.
The floor was concrete flag stones
naked from decoration. Naked and
cold. I on the other hand was hot
and so ready to discover my new
world, full of loud music thumping
in my heart, sweat building on my
brow. My heart raced to keep up
with the rhythm of the night.
I was on another planet, a new
stage. Eyes searched my sight,
my legs trembled, my feet
danced, I was born again.
Steam clouded the atmosphere,
my eyes stung. I was sober
but my thoughts were not.
She stood there... in the
corner, just stood and looked
at me.. from there to here..
at me. I checked her out, falling
from the stage, my legs like jelly
throat dry. I licked my lips and
smiled.. I motioned a drink holding
this imaginary glass to my lips.
She nodded yes.. I smiled. We
drank, eyes wide, she pulled me
this way and that.. we kissed..
I opened my eyes, I was dancing
on the stage.. I checked
the view... bodies everywhere.
Had I dreampt it? I don't know..
but did I really care? I was
here in this gay bar called