every week about this time the chains all come unbound
we dance entranced on the steely pole and wave our hands around
clapping high and low we rock, we roll our voices raised in chorus
cold amber flows from gilded taps and everyone adores us.
unbridled passions capture hearts if only for this night
ecstasy then fades to shame when exposed to old ra’s light.
promises of never again are whispered through bruised lips
yet osiris calls again upon seven days’ eclipse.
It’s been many years since I had a wild Friday. Ah, the memories.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 