Upstairs

by Justin Mathews

We watched
As the slender blond
Swung her bony hips
In charming intricacy
To the music

Oh the way she sang
The way she moved
As she wrapped the cord
Around one hand
While moving the other
In random windings
As if in a prayer-like dance

And Leah at the table across
(Yeah, we all knew her name)
Leah with the leopard headband
Keeping her short salon hair
Off her well-tanned face
Flirting with her two escorts
One in uniform

You brushed up against me
I felt your sweater on my arm
And I wished you'd do it again
I wished you'd do it again

 

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