closet shame

nights out at the club after a lot to drink you finally groove to me are drawn to me   rhythm is the language it’s fixed in our eyes spoken by our hips and thighs  and even though our lips don't touch they're all around us distracted suddenly by the sight of us 'they don't look gay'  your shame that I grew accustomed to doesn’t touch you here doesn't stop you here I never quite figured out why while the rest of the memories flicker these nights dance in my mind pure uncomplicated desire regardless of all the eyes satisfied finally satisfied