Poem #109 of 365

As the hips and buttocks sway in front of me
there is a gentle alignment of mirth with the
maximum goal of swelling smooth. And the
swills and sips have inundated, we are as one
intoxicated. Alas, the floor is soaking wet.

In one glass, we merge and blend, the great
mixed squeeze and wink. A bubble of one
in a curvy tumbler, we dance half-asleep
in the night of foam. It is one big liquid
thing, the body mass, surging and twirling,
light and low.

We might impulse as huge, the bubble
en masse and careen up to the roof. Or
we could instead blink pop our minds
and bring ourselves to stop, aware of
sticky lubricated shoes.


(watching the beautiful people dance to the music of Sleeplab at Embargo)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez