Seven

Club

It’s dark
bodies grinding
pressing
against bodies
lightning for a second
greasy sheen highlighting
every smooth curve
hands
hips
smooth like mahogany
smooth like music
smokehair and
ashlashes
fluttering against white cheeks
heads lolled backwards
lips parted
eyes half closed
a slideshow,
every frame so different to the next
it’s only flash photography
and it dissolves you
it runs its tongue down your neck
down your spine
lingering
breathing
hot
stretching
panting
bass thumps through you
blue and dreamy-like
a kiss
burning and writhing
you swear
and your knees are weak
floating sounds
just noise
just noise
just notice
it’s the dark
it’s the light
it’s the screaming
it’s the club.

This entry was written on May 17, 2007 by Mandy. It is about/includes mentions of life, music, people. You can leave a comment, or trackback from your own site.

3 responses

  1. Angela

    Hey, that’s great. You have a real talent with words.

    May 18th, 2007 at 16:36

  2. Seventeen

    I like it how your poem is a sentence that actually has proper grammar. You must be a very good poet.

    May 18th, 2007 at 22:24

  3. Christine

    I like it. You should submit it to creativepoems.com! =)

    May 19th, 2007 at 01:52

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