Story Poem, Nr.13 — Heat

In red shadows of an urgent mind  
she skulked, angry at her sabotaging vulpine mother  
who skewered each new relationship.  
So she sat, a depository of heat,  
nascent with sensuous thoughts of a long night  
wrapped around an unknown man  
attracting static on the other side  
of the dance-hall.  
 
He, after a first request rejection, stood alone  
suppressed by a declivity towards renewed risk,  
staring at hope, battling fire  
’til an itch in his legs  
switched the curved ball  
and released new intent,  
remembering his valued impressions as a cognoscente  
in literature and the beaux arts  
 
Despite both feeling frangible from failure  
they approached each other as determined gods  
burning with unfulfilled desires  
and recalcitrant to voices of restraint.  
The band tangoed as two touched hands slid thighs  
and dancing beyond the planked cracks of the sprung floor  
an ineffable future ricocheted the music  
towards a candle-light of heightened experience.