prepare bruises

parties are never as fun if you are not
residing next to wherever the
energies are culminating in laughs or dances
perhaps a tall glass or the
arrival of something strong and sweet and sour
red light in a sign behind the floor
eager to turn up the beats in this song
bouncing and flowing while taking a sip
right now your touch is actually amazing
use your eyes to instruct me where to go
including you in all of our mind’s choices
somewhere in outside sources our timelines collide
empathic minds can sense each other when
some of the guarded walls are peeked over

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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