Clubbing

Bass thumps inside me like a heartbeat
Comes out of my fingertips
The arch of my back
The roll of my hips
Drips into my eyes as it oozes from my pores.

After a few moments
I no longer just hear and feel the music
I am the music.

Another comes up behind me
Hips moving with mine
Hand on my heaving belly
Two notes harmonizing.
Beautiful.

We gasp for breath
But suck in only rhythm.
Lightheaded, touching the wall of sound and…
Breaking through.

This is more than possession,
This is complete conversion.
I’ve lost myself, but this is what it means to be alive.
No longer flesh and blood and thought.
I am sound and ride the wave to Nirvana.
Watch me fly.