Thursday, March 5, 2009

dear straight girl

Dear straight girl,
wait…let me specify,
because i wouldn’t want to
generalise unfairly.

Dear straight girl

that i met,
at the wet yourself gaiser party
sunday night at fabric.
on the first of march,
well..technically the second
sometime between 3am and 4…
 
what happened?
did you suddenly come down
from whatever you had taken
or just feel different
with your friends at your side?
ok
REEEE-WIND!!!!
 
until you entered my thoughts
i’d spent most of the night in the dj box
watching over the dancefloor
this sea of fist pumping
camera flashing, light  strobing
minimal techno mayhem
 
i was dancing with my mates, the dj’s
cormac and jacob and
peter and his girl sonoya
i didn’t know you were out there yet
i couldn’t care less if you existed
i was in the middle of
what felt like a private party
elevated above the masses
 
dear straight girl
later i decided to leave that box
lost myself in that ocean of
ravers when that bassline dropped
and with that bump of k
and that dab of mdma
and the jager, the whiskey
the redbull coarsing through my veins
 
my gaze drifted your way
once, then twice..
until caught up in
that eye contact game
my dilated eyes devoured
all six feet of your
page three girl frame.
in glorious, chemically enhanced
technicolour
 
dear straight girl
you weren’t even my type. seriously!
yeah obviously you’re kind of
anyones type
what with those  legs
that never ended embraced in
black spandex and the
corseted c-cup breasts
barely covered up by that
“ironic” rock band top
 
yes you caught my attention
but i feel i must mention that
you kissed me first
you said i was hot and I
well i.. i was too mashed
to articulate much
but i did manage to tell you
you looked good against
that wall i had you pinned to.
 
but i was fine with just dancing
it was you, you, who
guided my hands to an
access all areas pass
to go wherever they wanted
(which was everywhere)
 
dear straight girl
you were far from complaining
dear straight girl
you were DEFINITELY
reciprocating
dear straight girl
 
when you put your
hands up my dress
i immediately
rewrote my new law
abolishing one night stands
and toilet cubicle sex
i was ready to
make allowances
for you..
 
dear straight girl
what happened?
your friends appeared
and then there was a
sharp and sudden transition
immediately
you backed off
introducing me quickly
 
as one said
something about
leaving
and you were
agreeing
suddenly
you couln’t leave
fast enough
 
dear straight girl
i wish i didn’t remember
your name
dear straight girl
i’m sure you never
committed mine to
memory
 
dear straight girl
i hate the way you left
instantly transforming me
from this fabulous hedonist
at this banging party
to a girl on her  own
in a raver ocean
not nearly close enough
to home
 
dear straight girl
this has all been irrelevant
we’ll probably never
meet again
and you will never
hear
this  poem…
Posted by paula varjack at 01:14:48
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