Miami Transit

Take a deep breath
Exhale
and you’re beyond the border
Beyond sleep
Beyond dreams
In the motion of movement
In tune with a cornucopia of sound
The energy stimulates the sleepiest
Dropping caffeinated rhythms
As the air fills with electric sex
And tumultuous beats prevail
Smoke inebriated motions
Cast spells over my body
Spilling from my toes in short
Staccato stiletto rivets
Making way into my hips
Swirling the digital motion seen
In comic books of Supergirl
Seducing my torso into
Rainbows of dips
My hands alone clutch
The electrified air
The feeling of life pouring
Down my face and filling
My lungs with intoxicating
Enticing moments where
Nothing matters but
The beat in my feet
Mixed with the lights
Dancing on me
No pain just movement
lust pours in
Motion without a moments warning
Hands fill my palms with stickiness
I follow letting the musicians guide
Faster quicker slower
Undulating underneath the careening
Trombone and rapper
Thirsty for more, more movement
Free me from the bondage
The chains of intoxicating pain
There, my toes staccato
Spinning freely
Cascading through the smoke
A silhouette of a man leading me
I’m unaware
All I feel is the movement
The freedom of being part of the energy
“Bonita” a word
Flattering, not digested
Only the motion of bonding with
Energy that is so toxic
I am not human
I am motion
Motion of connectivity
The simplest motion
The slightest eye contact
Wildness everywhere
Heat, intensity, crazy
There’s nothing but now
And the liberation of being
Caught
Caught in the grasp of
Nature’s rhythm
The motion of life
In transit