Dancing in the Dark: a poem

Dancing in the Dark

dancing in the dark
wearing nothing but
black shadows
blood rushes through
the naked bodies
scarlet and hot
the pearls from her neck
drop to the floor
with a crash
they bounce against the wood
like bubbles on carpet
the clear liquid filled with air
floats towards the bodies
bursting
as they touch the tight skin
bubbles are white tusks
that erect from wrinkled
black flesh
delicacy protects the huge masses

Dancing in the Dark: a poem

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