Under the blushing moon and dust of stars, <br />And under the warm fumes of bellowing laughter, <br /> <br />And sweat; mingle two hundred bodies with no heads. <br />Two hundred bodies gyring then parting, <br />Each leaving behind their trail of dancing wind <br />Perfumed and pregnant with a moment of memory. <br /> <br />Two hundred bodies gleaming like glass, <br />Bleeding heat, <br /> <br />Sweating energy and fumes familiar to you and me. <br />Against the decaying stars, <br />Tiny ripples of whispers travel from open mouths <br />To stone etched ears, <br />Lips part, open and clean, <br />And smiles are met <br />But lips of the heart and of the mind are most fashionably sealed.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-hundred-bodies/
