sexual juxtaposition

Feeling my side

Against yours

The Bass pumps up

We feel the groove

The dancing drugsters around us

In the limelight heat

The red orange glows

The neon green striped gays

Smelling the hot sex

Up and down your thigh

We feel the grass

Coming down

Twining around our feet

The roots pull us down

Deep under the bass of the earth

Takes us under

The ground in which we knew was solid

Pulls us deeper

To the depths of our emotions

Until we die from our own wisdom

In the dirt where we were born.

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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