I like how pink eyeshadow
looks under flashing green lights
and I like how it feels to be seen.
Nothing has ever made me feel so
Alive
as strange, soft hands
on the small of my back.
Memories of the bittersweet taste
of dying summer nights
and the scent of vanilla perfume
flotaing down dark streets
make my hands shiver
with anticipation.
I like dancing on empty streets
and crowded rooms -
bodyagainstwarmbody -
equally and I like to talk
to beautiful strangers
and see if they can change me.
Maybe I'm too young to sit
on beer soaked steps
and watch the night bleed
violently into day
but nothing has ever made me feel so
Alive
as being free to wander cobbled streets
when all the others chose smooth marble halls.[pre][/pre]
