throwing the coat over a chair
throwing propriety right out the fucking door
bourbon burning a memory in her throat
she unfurled what was kept in a tight coil
all day
stripping bare
she closed her eyes and danced
swaying gently at first
slowly with her hips
keeping time
her heavy breasts
marking an aching rhyme
her lower lip
in her teeth
she felt the beat
moving more forcefully, righteously
she took over the room
in a primal flash
she was all and nothing
she held answers with no questions
the chair was empty
but she was not
the music quieted and faded to nothing
but her thrumming continued
as the very room quaked with her
for her