Games, lights, pills and alcohol

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Games, lights, pills and alcohol

Incessant fire, voracious appetite, insatiable.
Momentary pleasure, city-like, personal;
worldly walk when the brain,
hot, doesn't want to stop.

Night; eternal, beautiful, drawing
smiles. making stories of an hour.
Melody sounds of exclamations
shooting under the moonlight.

Assorted collection of colors and personalities
conflicting, interesting, exciting, attractive.
Making the experience much more enjoyable.
More inflammatory, more appealing, more fun.

Small community of playful accomplices.
In it, dissolving, tickling...
when mixed with your veins
is diluted in an electric current of protons.

The music flows, your feet are added to the fever,
a clear manifestation of this wish.
Irrigates power, shares the passion, the heat.
The joyful sympathy of what the mind, hammering wants.

The lights involve you, beaming, you raise and shine.
There are no more barriers ... you are now one with your surroundings.
The beer is flowing, it cools down, prepares you for more.
For the arrival, you want it, that second burning.

Beat, beat ... the pace continues.
Music is your ally, your friend, your blanket.
Your body adheres to it, the hallucinations, are accelerating.
You can not help but; smile, laugh, perturb, invite, seduce, love.

...wild.

In the end, when the music stops and the lights go out.
You sweat, you dehydrate, huge drought.
You realize the power of wear.
The force of the heat, the movement. The taste of
another night of games, lights, pills and alcohol.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Revlon’s Poems (10)

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Mouth 0
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Games, lights, pills and alcohol 0
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A Day in that Road 0
The Kiss 0
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To her 0
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