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Letting Loose, Being Free
My legs are trapped in constant motion
My hips are stuck in primal abandon
And my torso is paralyzed in movement and rhythm
Sweat drips down into our semi-formal attire and into our hair to the beat of the pulsating music
The full moon beckons us, sways our bodies’ water, and calls us into another primal howl
The moon looks after us lovers
After what seems to be an eternity of jumping, wincing, and bruising the black soles of our feet
We board the bus, and you would think it would dial down
But my friends are still f*****g going
The smell of skunk, sweat, and sadness in the air
Their melancholy songs bellow across the bus
And with the shred of adrenaline I have left, I sing quietly with my legs draped over my sweet Kansas friend
And we beat on, back into the starless night.
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I wrote this directly after the last night of the summer college program I did on the environment (WYSE). The gala that was held was also a dance party. I felt such adrenaline and happiness at people I had only met 5 days ago that it was imperative I put it into poem form.