On the dance floor
tattoos bob and weave.
About us buoys of couples sway
as muscled arms link knots
of young men facing in.
Fingertips explore, hips
try to grind in sync.
Ethereal, the fairy god
washboard tinted gold
descending on the dancing pit
greets in turn by squeeze and kiss
the beauties and the trolls.
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
ROBERT STECKLING lives and writes in Toronto and studied at the Humber School for Writers. His work has appeared in Canadian Literature, the Antigonish Review, the Ex-Puritan, and the Gay & Lesbian Review.