Corner Pocket Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

lithe bodies sway hither and thither
postponing today's troubles to tomorrow
like tomorrow will never come
exotic dances taking the centre stage
a stranger's arms locked round your waist
lost in the moment of pleasurea moment of get-to-know-ya
screaming for every record played
till there're no more records to play
dancing the night away
till the moon gives in to sunrise
you drag your heavy body homewards
and meet your troubles waiting
for you by the door