A Siren On A Dance Floor

I kiss a woman in a nightclub… or,
She kisses me.

It’s great.
Her body is soft.

Her energy threatens to suck the soul right out of me,
But I like it.

Her siren call reminds me of my own
Magnetism -
The power that must have pulled her here.

I dance with this pull until I’ve had enough.
I finish the night with my friends.

The next morning,
My ego is sick.

I am nauseous
With reminders

Of the man who fell in love with this
Electromagnetic woman
And kept her in a faraday cage.

I hate him,
I think.

I see now that I was never gone,
Only muffled.

This beautiful woman
on this questionable dance floor
has kissed that proof into existence.