Curious to witness
the night,
a creative entity,
molding the light
delicate and withdrawn
into an embrace
the varying shades of saffron
over the entrance to the underground
ushered in by neon
through the moving canvass
it is projected on
shoulders and exposed skin
tattooed to a blinding whim
so long pent up within
the visual identity
now fracturing
the individual
on the cusp of discovery
a kind of ritual
sold for the price of an entrance fee.
The beat throbs
proceeds to rob all of inhibition
as they brush lightly
in this wilderness of exhibition.
With soft masses of applause,
all are warming to the Dj’s dream
to playlists that stamp energy between
white walls and velvet halls
leading to further alcoves of intoxication.
Surreptitious claws reach out for connection
for attention, there’s an apprehension,
featureless
yet with an intuitive fashion
famed for its derangement of the senses.
You dance willingly in this suspension
until the red light framed in doorways
draws your attention
and suddenly it is closing time
and all are expelled
like shadows to evaporate
through the steaming plates of chinatown
to disintegrate and drown
in the space between strangers
who’ll communicate with an empty eighth
to the first rays of light
breaking through the shade
and the window pane
breathing between thin sheets of white
on which the versatile night
will leave its mark once again.