Lights black and green, strobing
On soaked skin and batted lashes
Sending sweet sweat dripping and
Gripped waists firmly kept, into
A winding whiplash of comfit
Pleasure, elsewhere step’d, and
Hounding all open senses into a
Glancing pulp, blinking sauces,
Draining delicacy onto the body’s
Tongue.

For me to watch indifferently,
From the side. As I see the party
Swell, and find myself
going home. On my own.

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