Disco Ball

Standard

When I enter

the club

I leave my worries
At the
Door
I’m here to dance
Nothing more.
I’m here to move
My hips
And my feet
To the beat.
No thinking
No words spoken
With these lips
Of mine
Just my body rocking
In time to the rhythm
No wasted breath
Explaining.
Non verbal
communication
Appreciated.
That’s all
In the light
Of the
Disco ball.

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