I go as the yearn,
the mesmerizing heat.
I go as a current, a chemical jet;
a spasm on the underside
of the tongue. I go as the moment
of desire
among those strangers dancing,
flow among them with the music
and rise, a curving gust of tension
as I urge a future
shaped like a droplet
leaving the body,
lofted upward and spun out
from the glitter ball.
~~~~~~~~~~
Douglas Logan
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