riptide fantasia

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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