Music

Music,
beats,
lights,
and sweat,
and dancing all over the place on a night never to forget,
a night with a smile on your face,
and drunk and with your eyes glazed,
looking happy but tired and probably by the end of the night like death.
Music,
beats,
lights,
and sweat.
Kamakazi arms all over the place,
amongst other sweaty members of the human race,
stumbling around expressing yourself,
while your friends laugh,
as you wobble all over the place.
Music,
beats,
lights,
and sweat,
and chemistry,
and personality,
and attraction,
and drunken revelry,
on a night that mostly you probably will forget.
Yes, a fun time,
where you are as drunk as a skunk,
and flailing around randomly almost out of breath,
and as the clock ticks down,
you try every move left,
and in your inebriation and your intoxication,
at night time,
every night is the right time,
for dancing like crazy across every nation,
like there’s no tomorrow left.

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Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

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