Riptide Fantasia
Flash—beat—neon bodies
pressed to vinyl grooves,
each step a punctuation
in the hush between heartbeats.
Then wave—curve—swell:
we spun in liquid light,
our shadows folding
into one long shimmer.
Clap—stomp—echo
fractured notes ricochet
off mirrored walls,
each fragment a promise.
Undercurrent rising,
sinew and sinew pulled
by unseen tides,
voices tumbling like foam.
Staccato sparks ignite
this midnight sea—
we plunge into the chorale of soles,
where two rhythms converge,
a riptide fantasia of burbled
lyrics and thunderous refrain.
In the swirl of heat and hush,
our laughter becomes song,
our song becomes tide,
and for one wild moment,
we are the dance,
we are the current,
we are infinite.
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