Little Minx
Bluelighter
First the bass, wave after wave
Continuos, incessant,
Bursting through the tunnel
Replicating our own excitement
Waiting to burst-
For siw days we
Wait
To break the dam
The tension
Six day's frustration
Released.
From one to another
Eyes meet.
Words
Not necessary.
Our eyes mirror the smile
Which graces all our faces.
And then the search
Begins-
Looking for that final
Ingrediant,
Looking for that white
Magic.
Familiar wizards are sought out
Before we regroup to
Share
The magic.
We sit
Shrouded in scarlet
Some silent
Smoe, sporadically speaking.
Eager anticipation
Each of us knowing
The journey is beginning,
All on the same ride
Some waiting in th queue,
Others-
The lucky ones,
Jump straight on.
Heads start nodidng
Feet tapping
Hands twitching
In twos and threes
The dance floor-our arena
Can be passively watched
No longer.
Body tingling
Brain
Godknowswhere.
Walking
Is no longer for us
As we are now floating
Gliding,
Finally
Transcending
To the stage.
Lightsticks
Snap
Like a safety harness
To start the signal of the
Ride.
Arms blurring, legs
Forwards, back, left, right
Unattatched limbs
Whirring faster than helicopter blades
Lightsticks now just a
Blur
Green, white, yellow, blue, Pink
All around,
And still the
Bass.
The music
An elevator
To heaven
The pill
An invitation with God.
Water
Our ambrosia.
Sweat
Trickling, running, covering us.
The air
The wet air
Enveloping us all.
We gasp, choke, drown
In the sea of sweat
Before gasping for more.
And the
Bass
Crashing
Through our spine
The light
Searing
Into our eyes.
The melody-
Tears into our
Souls.
Strangers
Smile, nod
Embrace.
Strangers no longer
Knowing,
All of us, we all
Know.
Strangers and friends alike, we
Know.
Nothing else matters.
This is
Where we
Belong.
Continuos, incessant,
Bursting through the tunnel
Replicating our own excitement
Waiting to burst-
For siw days we
Wait
To break the dam
The tension
Six day's frustration
Released.
From one to another
Eyes meet.
Words
Not necessary.
Our eyes mirror the smile
Which graces all our faces.
And then the search
Begins-
Looking for that final
Ingrediant,
Looking for that white
Magic.
Familiar wizards are sought out
Before we regroup to
Share
The magic.
We sit
Shrouded in scarlet
Some silent
Smoe, sporadically speaking.
Eager anticipation
Each of us knowing
The journey is beginning,
All on the same ride
Some waiting in th queue,
Others-
The lucky ones,
Jump straight on.
Heads start nodidng
Feet tapping
Hands twitching
In twos and threes
The dance floor-our arena
Can be passively watched
No longer.
Body tingling
Brain
Godknowswhere.
Walking
Is no longer for us
As we are now floating
Gliding,
Finally
Transcending
To the stage.
Lightsticks
Snap
Like a safety harness
To start the signal of the
Ride.
Arms blurring, legs
Forwards, back, left, right
Unattatched limbs
Whirring faster than helicopter blades
Lightsticks now just a
Blur
Green, white, yellow, blue, Pink
All around,
And still the
Bass.
The music
An elevator
To heaven
The pill
An invitation with God.
Water
Our ambrosia.
Sweat
Trickling, running, covering us.
The air
The wet air
Enveloping us all.
We gasp, choke, drown
In the sea of sweat
Before gasping for more.
And the
Bass
Crashing
Through our spine
The light
Searing
Into our eyes.
The melody-
Tears into our
Souls.
Strangers
Smile, nod
Embrace.
Strangers no longer
Knowing,
All of us, we all
Know.
Strangers and friends alike, we
Know.
Nothing else matters.
This is
Where we
Belong.