...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... 
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
CLUBBING - CLUBBING - CLUBBING
(FLASHING BETWEEN THE STROBES OF PASSION AND PRETENSE)




The

Dance
clubbing
standing alone
amidst undulating bodies
musically moving
brushing cloth
a drop of sweat
a touch of skin

eyes flirt
teeth flash
bodies casually careen
through time and space
hiding the hunger
that brings us out

to dance
to club
to dare trust
to come before we do
holding back
giving in

wondering if we chose
well tonight
and will the changes come
with morning light.


UNNAMED


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