...and yet the bass kicks through to 02:00
heady grooves of old friends who
never missed a beat of rhythm:
who chanced to dance the light through prisms

and the static riffs of those anew
a thousand new bent ears to chew
lets twist the night away! lets tango!
lets go until the sky turns mango!

if dance steps fade to couched conversing
fill our bubble with air immersing
charm; for thee, i paint you this:
a fuschia night to reminisce

as the sun rides dusk til dawn
on witty quips with threaded yawns
would we live to love the hour undone...
had the clock not skipped 01:01?

...and yet the bass kicks through to 02:00
with heady grooves of a party who
will never miss a beat of rhythm:
who chance to dance the light through prisms