Yuri's Disco
Yuri’s Disco
by Laura Summerville Reed
I’m still trying
to untangle from the impact
of propelling toward each other
over and over
at 156 miles per hour
Arms and legs
and inner thighs and the small of a back
and there’s a cloven heart still beating
in there somewhere
but it’s all a sweaty mess
and the silence clings to me like your cologne
and the sheets from a fevered sick-bed
I should have kept your dirty mind
up against a bathroom wall
I should have never let your beautiful body
anywhere near my heart
I should have closed my eyes
and not let you look right through me
Now I’m stranded on the dark side of the moon
in my summer shoes with no t-shirt on
while Yuri Gagarin discos the night away
©LSR 2010