a few more days

it feels as if
you are watching evolution
on film.
black and white
grainy film.
bodies writhe, shake
slither up from the floor
blossom into extended arms,
hands, fingers
they flex and jive and juxtapose
and fall once again,
like a flower dying
it's petals curl, suck in to the core.
fetal to lucid to solid to fetal
all in one motion.

the world shakes,
the floorboards bend.
such a small room for such
energy.
the walls resonate
with not just sound but
emotion and
life.
the warmth:
does it come from
outside
or from the bodies that
surround?

not a frown in the room
smiles
maybe drunken, maybe induced
maybe organic and true.
the lights reflecting on the windowpanes
they mimic stars on the dark sky
and fool any passing eye.

dual bodies
entirely different in sight
but in voice,
in passion, they are identical.
they shelve themselves
for the crowd to see and
speculate,
just to be
speculated
to be
heard.

the lights are dim,
the atmosphere dense
and full
yet tasteful.
people open their mouths
for a taste.

a crack, a scratch, a mere blemish
on a window
or perhaps an insect with
see through wings.
the light catches it
just right
and you are sure of
nothing.

in a finale,
or a final thought
the arms outstretch
to one beat, then another.
a constant sea, constant waves
of human action and
instinct.
one half partial to the offbeat
the other partial to
treble.
they create an ocean
together, in this room.