In the bodyheat haze of leathered women

breathing, crooning with the music I don’t know yet

the sweat rises on my back.

His voice crackles out a dry line

in praise of simultaneous orgasm

and my body flushes. This.

My own curls, flyaway, stick to my forehead

and the bodies around me begin to pulse.

I feel her next to me before I look—

(come together)

a green-haired woman,

tattooed and tight-laced.

(together as one)

she smiles at me,

too sweet .

(come together)

She tugs my arm and pulls me

out of riot-path.

I am too full, too flushed to speak.