“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.

 

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