Six Street Lights

Writhing bodies,
tightly pressed
beneath the moonlight,
damp with sweat
and liquor.

All curves and lips
and swaying hips,
saturated in neon light
longing for something
...out there in the night.

Rough wood floors,
beer soaked
and vibrating with madness,
swirling skirts
take the world away.

Breath in the drunk,
mingling with body heat
feel the beat,
intertwine with the rhythm
to become nothing.

Drifting on through
the wild whirlpool
of lustful beating hearts,
all exchanging eyeballs
before the next song starts.

As the tempo builds
and the glass is filled,
and the moonlight
caresses bare skin,
caution slowly burns to ash.

Fire starters everywhere
all drinking feverishly
from the fountain of Numb,
yearning for another dance,
another touch, another
chance.

Oozing from one bar
to the next,
men and women alike
become beasts
within the frenzy of life.

Inhale the rich aroma
of togetherness,
eaten by the liquor coma
alive and content
to be atop this wave.

Then, when the bright
light shines down
and the last song stops
boys and girls all disperse
...fodder for the cops.