from the darkened atmosphere
into the halo of light provided by a lamp
brought into the unfamiliar territory of the backyard.
They fly at breakneck speed now,
into the light, like sperm to an egg
as a hedonistic dating ritual
is performed by larger beings
on a makeshift dance floor.
Wooden boards of a shaky pier
bounce with the beat
to hold up the party goers
as they writhe together
forcing physical closeness
in an effort to speed up
the process of a relationship.
Eager, they move-
hungry for repetitive motions
that will create some kind of stability
capable of reminding themselves
they are alive between the beats of this song.
One they will try,
but fail to remember in the morning
through the fog of a hangover