Spark Arena

swollen feet testing the seams of overpriced adornments
fresh soles kissing a Milky Way floor that stretches out in every direction 
naked knees aching from absorbing raunchy rhythms 

sweat snaking its way down to the small of my back
droplets leaping from one stranger’s shoulder to the next 
hair flicking salt into thick air, only to wipe my iridescent upper lip on every off-beat 

I am drunk on this casual friction 
I feel closer to the masses than ever 
tasting bodies that pulsate like the Earth’s hot breath

I feel closer to the core of something than before