Scenes of a Club Ι – Clubbing Encounter

So lost
So lost
So close
Yet so far apart…
On our cigarette buds,
Lights the hope
                        of tonight…

Looking
Me,
You!
Some connection
Something
To keep talking
Something…

These failed attempts
To communicate
Will eventually
Lead to
My bed

It’s strange
We don’t need
To talk
There is nothing
Between us
And yet your screams
And my cum
Seem so
Terminal

You drink
Inexorably
My lies
And cheap Tequila
Shots
How?
Have you chosen?
To what wayward
Power
Desire
Biology
Need
Social imperative
You find yourself
Chained tonight?

Tomorrow
As you wake up
Naked next to me
In a foreign land
Your perfume, I will
Have already showered off…
Nothing of this
Will be ever
Spoken again…
Beyond an awkward
“Good Morning”
Like nothing ever
Happened…
Makes sense
Out of Nothingness
Nothingness is born
Even if in the form
Of carnal consummation...

We leave exactly, as we
Met…
Strangers…