Sunday, 2 February 2025

Glitter dreams and youthful eyes

 


The swirl of lager fume highs.

Glitter dreams and youthful eyes.

Boys thinking they are men.

Tall guy sways in, a flurry of

white powder haze follows him.

Wavy hands through the fog

like a drowning victim

pleading to be saved.

Another round, aftershock taste

to wash it down.

Eyes tuned intently to the ground,

as if the floor will melt

with the intensity of the sound.

 

Saturn five flies overhead

on spiralling carpets of light,

as deelite fill our hearts

with grooving skies.

Dreams drifting beside

speaker-stack lighthouse glare.

Kisses unpacked

like a suitcase full of wishful air.

Thudding sounds meld

into the vibrant atmosphere,

as drink takes us

far, far away from here

in an escape to oblivion.

A journey

to the stars,

the time of our life,

with the girl from Mars.

 

Living without fear.

Stone roses fade

into an obscure b side,

Happy Mondays

take a stumbled stride,

day tripper wakes us up,

oasis sidle by.

Night blurs into view.

Vague shapes in the sea of faces

morphing through the waves in stages.

Capsized hearts drowning

in the flood of tears

and sticky floor residue,

another round pours in,

as we down a few.

 

We are too preoccupied

to see the waves,

her hands advance

through the dark, scattering

my thoughts to the wind.

Her lips exciting, my heart

exploring hidden parts

of this all-new world,

so enlightening.

The beat mesmerising.

A primal scream echoing,

captivated, elated.

Hearts traversing

under liquid lighting,

minds escaping somewhere

into that still early night.

Invincible, indestructible,

still so young, don't feel time’s

gravity crushing at all.

 

Lips tingle, tongues explore,

mingling across their own

exotic dance floors,

tied by flowing locks of jet-black night

and rhythmic beats played so tight.

These heart bounding

chains keeping us entertained,

until the final song fades out.

Then it's into the outside breeze.

moonlight our only clock.

Still not time to leave,

as we congregate,

a Sunday morning communion,

A choir of birds witness to the union.

The church of sound

and youthful exuberance.

 

 




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Kyle



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