One and Four

ONE
it's a classic: two strangers
kissing in an elevator
in a hotel at the end of the world
TWO
they devour each other
the night is dark and silent,
it tastes of beer and gin tonic
THREE
and smells of cigarettes and sweat
tropic heat has left stains on their skins
(doors open)
FOUR
(doors close)
their hands begin to map out the territory
silence, heavy breath
Nigeria's hot.
THREE
her breasts: so soft, so unbearably tempting
he rubs himself against her naked legs
lust growing
TWO
she's tempted, for a moment,
to follow the river, to float and climb mountain tops
but the look on his face:
a hunter's smug self-satisfaction
a hint of white trash arrogance
drunk with power
(doors open)
ONE
he thought he had her
but already in the doorway
she refuses to be owned, if only for a night
(doors close)
he pushes the 4 on the panel
and rides up again, left with a trace of her,
with a memory of something too strong to conquer,
too wild to possess
he's confused
(doors open)
FOUR
and retreats to his own darkness
(doors close).