in da club
spotlight streams shoot
colour shots blur into taste
gyration flirtation anyone?
All there is is pulsing
stoping
pulsing
starting
pulsing
new
Pulsing
sensati
PULSING
and
fad
ing . . . .
to
dark silence
until
sounds of morning in pacifying light pour in like
memories scan in as photographs
nice hips, lips
a hope? A grope?
same time tomorrow night?
