Has Been....

The wait outside the nightclub grew
to the cross street down a block somewhere.
Among the natives , we just stood by
happy, laughing, no sense of time.

Unaware of memories being written in the mind,
this is where we blended in:
anticipating ,
dancing,
drinking to the light.
If we didn't make enough noise,
those boys would make it right.

Anxious,
yearning,
luring every male near...
Hormones pressed in a minute space,
tearing at the seams to taste,

the sweat,
the scent,
the promise of his word to call;
just one time ,
or maybe never,
 
It didn't matter more tomorrow.
This movie scene was gold and pleasure:

A Diary of thoughts among those days I could not miss,
 
I could not be ignored.
It happened everywhere we went.
We were looking for it,
in this world of what "has been".