...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 -
(FLASHING BETWEEN THE OF PASSION AND PRETENSE)

The
Dance
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