mervin

The glass is full to brimming
with ice
sweat
rubbing
alcohol sting
and lime,
but I am thirsty,
no matter how I drink I am thirsty.

The dance floor is cramped,
All in the throws of ecstasy,
I take off my coat and shake it,
but know matter how I sweat,
the rhythm of the thing eludes me,
but I shake it anyway.

Oh, how I shake it, but I cannot get inside.

It is slipping, the slick
black
ice
night is slipping from me.

We are running and sliding.

In the dim light of your room you undress
and you are firm
female
wonderous orange.
Orange?

Silence, night sounds, sleeping silence.
You turn and creep within my warmth,

I am the nights music,
I am stillness,
I am no longer thirsty,
I am only blue

like krishna in the moonlight