Tonight we dance.
With Electrified bodies
With minds floating far from concerns,
Tonight we riot.
All leather skirts and red lips to the ready
We use our fashion to scream at convention
At the uniform
At the mundane business of the working.
For tonight is Saturday
Every hour of this night is our own.
So let us lavish in laughter, in dancing and gin
As we brace ourselves for the week to begin.
Called by the knowing
The inner whisper from
To a timezone
Where seconds melt away
And potential burns through
That follows one passing phase
With all of life
Brimming and bubbling in the bones of you
Here births the realised dream
The magnetised pull
To the future you
That is already fulfilled
Already the dazzling wonder
You feel so vividly in the distance
One you are with this dream
And all future yous
In the present
In those brief absences
Of my lips knowing another,
My mind dances around the memory of you.
When looking back, my mind recreates you.
You are stronger, taller, innately sensitive,
With eyes that can transcend the physical.
You are quintessential
Enough to make reality; unfulfilling.
But in truth,
You were just a whisper
Of something greater still to come.
Yet, in those absences
When the closest thing to my desires
Is in your inadequate memory,
I curse my fickle heart
For the sweet deceits it spews
And for enjoying the memory & image of you.