Electricity

The air a vibrant buzz of shouting and the pulsing beat of music was load among the crowd that gathered at the club tonight, dancing to the music in fast succession moving erotically, sluggishly, slowly, as if nothing mattered but the beat of the music and the slow moving touch of fingers and palms across their bodies. Moving in the crowd of sweating bodies, careful not to interrupt their performance to the new age of their era he seeks a space of comfort and peace, to just forget the day, forget the worries, forget the causes, live in the moments of electric high as his nostrils flare from the testosterone. The music jumping and the people moving from frame to frame as shirts fly and shoes dance, he moves his hips and raises his hands in the air closing his eyes as colors flash behind his eyes. Blasts of colors explode as blues stream and mix with the reds as the music plays on and on. Time stops, the beats get faster, the people move slower. He moves like a whirlwind, slow but elegant in the moment the crackle of the sound waves over head as the lights continue to flash. People stop as the music speeds to infinity as he dances in a blur, color mixing lights moving faster than before. He crackles from the heat, the speed the mind set, as the music slows. Then with a deafening snap of thunder he disappears from the light and into the electric sound of bouncing beats.