Humanity In My Fingers

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Loud music,

pumping,

thumping,

pulsating beats,

Bodies writhe,

moving as one

giant

mass

of throbbing,

never-stopping

energy.

The lights flash,

shimmering,

glimmering,

caught in the

eyes of the

undulating mob.

I can feel the

hands,

arms,

legs,

mouths

of      so       many          people,

sweat mingling with spit,

spit colliding with lips,

and faces

and hair

and it’s all so messy,

I leave with a city on my clothes,

humanity living in my fingers.

 

The beauty of people

is that you can leave

them when you want to.

The beauty of groups

is that you can choose loneliness

if you want to.

Dancing, moving, talking, breathing

becomes easier when substance is not

required,

when the topic is of no

importance.

It’s easier to dance than to cry.

Crying is simpler when

the crowd can drown

away the sorrow.

But to choose,

I would choose you,

alone

with me

with nothing

but dancing, moving, talking, breathing

because it is all so much easier to do with you.

 

 

Daily Writing Prompt–Party Animal

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