Feeling my side
Against yours
The Bass pumps up
We feel the groove
The dancing drugsters around us
In the limelight heat
The red orange glows
The neon green striped gays
Smelling the hot sex
Up and down your thigh
We feel the grass
Coming down
Twining around our feet
The roots pull us down
Deep under the bass of the earth
Takes us under
The ground in which we knew was solid
Pulls us deeper
To the depths of our emotions
Until we die from our own wisdom
In the dirt where we were born.


© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.01.14.02:21:47 @ 296 NYC