Tonight's Poet Corner: Meanwhile, Downstairs...
Meanwhile, Downstairs... by Belinda Roddie Sarah clung to Rachel's hips and dipped her in front of the mirror, kissing her hard on the lips and slipping her fingers under the hem of her skirt. Above their heads, the dancing had commenced in the ballroom bedecked with gaudy, pretentious charm, where boys twirled girls and girls twirled boys, all dripping pearls and bowties. The champagne was popped, and a toast was drunk, while onto the bed the two girls dropped, their mouths seeking a target and finding just the right, warm spots. Both wore red, but they burst the buttons and stripped away the fabric that held back heated red bodies. Sarah sang, and Rachel shrieked, and once it was over, they both plummeted into an electrified, humming sleep.