Dance with...

Inhibitions set free...
As the music bumps,
And the crowd weaves...

Each body losing itself
In it's own private world...
Connected together to become..

A party pit...
A night club scene..

Drinks go down..
And magically..
It's a crowd of smiles,
A group of sweat,
A human interaction...

Yet each one dances...
To their own beat.

No longer slaves of society.

Intertwining bodies...

Bumping, rubbing, touching,

With a language all its own...

The dance floor now rules.

Until the music stops,

then bodies choose. 

@s.irfanaleem 8.16.2014