Love at Club Level by John Grey

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So much smoke, so much noise,
a kiss straight from a whiskey glass,
and a touch, of your leg
that pops your eyes bright hazel.

All sex and jazz,
rain outside and dark within,
chairs pressed together,
bodies close as summer grasses.

You're all sugary sweat,
clutching and nibbling a perfect stranger,
the first step in a long relationship
or the penultimate line of a joke.

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dunes Review, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Thin Air, Dalhousie Review and failbetter.