He became acquainted <br />with the spirit <br />at an after-party; <br />the disc jockey changed <br />the pace from hardcore <br />reggae to ballads. <br />He strolled to the bar, <br />not for a drink, but to sit <br />and rest his feet. <br />He was dancing all night, <br />pretty much, and the platform <br />shoes were tight at the heels. <br /> <br />Not wanting to seem <br />out of place, he ordered <br />a screwdriver; <br />he never even knew what it was. <br />A connoisseur made a request; <br />and he said 'I will have the same'. <br />Dangling his feet, <br />to the beat, <br />he began to sip. <br /> <br />Emboldened, <br />he asked the damsel, <br />in black/white spike heels <br />and tight sequin skirt, <br />for a dance. <br />She consented, <br />he placed the glass <br />on the counter <br />and headed for <br />the dance floor. <br /> <br />The day after, <br />the taste was still <br />in his mouth; <br />and he liked it.<br /><br />Buxton Shippy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spiritual-encounter/