Unquenchable

Strange man
Stroking hands
Run along
Her body
They move
in rhythm
on the dance floor
Fused together
only clothes separating
Their bodies
The divide between hearts is too wide
to describe
Song changes
Ooh
She likes this one…
Different man
Same hands
Run along her
Brush against
Her breasts
She laughs
Drunk and easy
to please
and to prey upon
He’s hungry
and if she’s aloof
He moves on
until he finds
the girl for the night
or for the hour
or for the song
whichever
No one matters
here
Not him
Not her
only the flesh
Cries
(And me…
I cry
watching her)
Their hearts
are numb
They only feel
with their bodies
What is real
has become illusion
and The Lie
twists around their minds
mixes with the alcohol
and becomes the truth
And they think they are free…
But they are shackled
and bound
to each other
and to no one
and they are alone
She with her shame
He with his desires
They are silent
and unquenchable
and she doesn’t know it
and he doesn’t know it
There is no “they” for them
and no “I” either
Empty; they stroke again
But they are unquenchable still…