Bumping bass and headlights
invade my space
reminding me
something so familiar
like I am in southern California
again.
The bright
headlights
illuminate my bedroom
THEY shine just enough to light up the pale grey walls
decorated with over sized prints by Lempicka
an annoying reminder that I don't have a social life
9 PM
and I am in my sweats and tee
messy bun, curled up like a cat
antisocial like one too!
I am
ready
to have fun
to live.
If someone
would
just call.
I say that, like I would answer
But ...
before
I was annoyed
by persistance
accquaintances
invitations to pubs and night spots.
The recordings
alive
buzzing
raised voices
sweat
and excitment.
I could smell the oppurtunity
as I listened
to the voices asking me to join
to have fun
to dance with strangers
to drink rum
to let the bass pound my chest like a drum.
I
never replied
then lied
about why
I couldn't be bothered.
I promise
now
if
you
reach out
I will be there
singing at the local pub
dancing with strangers
@ the local night spot
my eyes will shine
bright and wide
like the headlights invading my bedroom
my heart will race with excitment
pumping
bumping
like the bass
coming through my window.
About the Creator
Dawnya
I write haikus and erotic short stories to share my experiences of being a woman.
Writing satiates my desire to create my daydreams.
Currently I am exploring how to mesh my paintings, photographs and poetry
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