The neon lights of the city,
1 am feels like 8 pm.
Moving and flashing adverts,
constant stimulation.
Another coffee in the city,
time is meaningless.
Sleeping when possible,
working long hours.
Dancing to sound bites,
constantly wired.
Tag: dancing
Glitzy & Giddy
Hand in hand
dancing in finery
giddy from drink
Glitzy amber dim lights
full of love down below
and up in the heavens
The dancing intensifies
a quickening tempo
feeling like letting loose
Side-by-side dancing
around the room foot to foot
gesticulating wildly
Firefly Dancing
Under the Southern stars
where the moonless sky meets the desert
The fireflies dance for us
Infectious, we begin to stand up
by the warmth of the fire, we move
Dancing freely with the fireflies
Her Garden
Plush flowers of her bloom in her garden
Purple and indigo shades move in the air
Birds chirp and talk of Amore and kisses
Bees buzz and race to find the best buds
Swiftly dancing to a tune of uplifting sorrows
Sweetly moving in time to the sway of flowers
Ethereal Magic
Between green and grey
you dance when no one is looking
feeling the lush wetness of moss, grass
moving within the rain beckoning wind
rolling about as grass gets into your hair
Petrichor Music
Rain notes
Forest music plays as soft falling rain
A pirouette between the trees
Dancing to the sound of forest music
A glimpse
A vision of elegance, a dream of her
Too much coffee
Peeking from the door
An inconspicuous look
A unique perfume
Your love sits oblivious
Dancing with the toilet brush
The Dinner Party
The dinner party begins
by the shadows of amber candlelight.
Dinner is served to the
sound of a flirty swing and jazz band.
Mad and wild vibes flow
as their manners and decorum vanish.
The band plays wild jazz
as the dinner table begins to vibrate.
The guests and hosts lose
control as the glass starts breaking.
Everyone dances wildly to
the end of everything as the house
collapses around them.
A Jazzy Night
Distorted vision
a glass of whiskey turned into many
High on the lights
elated by the buzz and the roar of tonight
Dancing with somebody
then wildly dancing with somebody else
Ascending into the morning
taken by the manic vibrations and those eyes
The Look
The point of your toes.
You dance around the coffee table to a guilty pleasure.
Wild, sweeping, undulated 80’s dance moves take you back in time.
Unaware that the blind is up, you look across to see a passerby give you the Lummox Look.
Unperturbed, you continue dancing naked.
C & K 