The After Party

Last call at the club was done and    
He found himself snowblind on a    
Couch at an after party tapping his    
Toes to the sound of fast house music.    
Then she walked in, her nose--itchy red,    
And her body--blurred by smoke silhouettes.    
She wore a skimpy black dress that night.
She wore high heels and had tattoos crawling    
All over her. She had black hair and green eyes
Too deep for any man not to fall into them.  
And he did. Fast. Potent as a bump, the    
Sight of her shocked him out of his daze--
Off the couch and across the room.    
Before he knew it, he was saying hello.    
Before she knew it, they were dancing.    
He had dreamy eyes and stoner charm.    
She had devious eyes and skinny arms.
“You look like shit.” she told him.    
“It’s been a long night.” he responded.    
“Who do you know here?” she asked.    
“Hardly anyone. Earlier tonight I was
Wondering why I even showed up but then..”    
He paused for a moment noticing he’d slipped.    
“But then what?” she pried. “Tell me!” she smiled.    
“Then you walked in and my shitty night felt worth it,    
Like somehow it was all leading up to this moment.”  
She laughed at him, knowing he was full of shit but    
Still she smiled, so he grinned as she gave in and    
Drunk on sloppy romance, they kissed--curiously.    
She flicked her tongue and flipped his mind inside    
Out. Pulling him away from the group of people    
Dancing, she snagged a bottle and led him into    
A random room in the back of the loft. Blow for    
Blow, they went at for hours and after they finished,  
They just lied there silently listening to the party  
End. He closed his eyes, happy he wasn't alone--    
All the while aware she’d be gone before tomorrow.    
In the end, he woke up to another empty pillow,    
Another empty stomach, and another empty wallet--    
To no name and no number, just another mystery.