The First Party

I feel like a body condensing towards

A light bulb.

The beams close my eyes shut.

Now, I can see from inside.

Amongst all these shoulders and hips,

I see a sheet moving over us all.

It pushes us, burdenous and brutal

But we take it in, and make it into a kite.

I slouch on a stranger,

We slouch on each other,

Heaving to the sound, together,

Of breath after breath after breath.

Inbetween shaking heads,

Anemone hair moving in and out,

There are special spaces where I can stare.

A stare makes one and one,

A million.

Arms have never seemed so sinuous,

Like branches reaching in the crowd,

Bringing us back to the root :

Lose it, Lose it, Lose it..

There is an increased yearning

To turn our bodies inside out

And thrust our tongues into the night.

I feel like a child for the first time.

Water strays onto our cheeks, no, not tears,

Just sweat.

Besides, we would be too tired,

To weep.

Then, in a shock, we all quiver.

The end is here, our ears still beating hard.

And we must, as mad machines

In a temporary suit of skin,

Pulsate home.