“The room was dark hardly 6 o’clock charcoal light a fine sight….” (a song)
The music thumping
feel that rhythm deep,
Bodies grinding closer
feel the electric heat,
So hard to see with the smoke
from purple haze,
The people dance erotically
eyes half closed and glazed,
All these souls
lost in melody,
Their spirits chase musical colors
so wild untamed and free….
.x.