Nightclub Christening

it struck midnight in my head
the waves his belly rippled ceased
as massive speakers took a breather
bringing time to a halt

though the stench of cigarettes
still lingers in my hair today
I entangle it in a wreath of barbs
to rise with him to that platform again

letting the white smoke whisper at our feet
as I crucify my heels with every step
with the music that thunders once more
to a language the lonely speak