A Spiritual Encounter
He became acquainted
with the spirit
at an after-party;
the disc jockey changed
the pace from hardcore
reggae to ballads.
He strolled to the bar,
not for a drink, but to sit
and rest his feet.
He was dancing all night,
pretty much, and the platform
shoes were tight at the heels.
Not wanting to seem
out of place, he ordered
a screwdriver;
he never even knew what it was.
A connoisseur made a request;
and he said 'I will have the same'.
Dangling his feet,
to the beat,
he began to sip.
Emboldened,
he asked the damsel,
in black/white spike heels
and tight sequin skirt,
for a dance.
She consented,
he placed the glass
on the counter
and headed for
the dance floor.
The day after,
the taste was still
in his mouth;
and he liked it.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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