179 – Bonfires

Bright lights
And festive noises.

Exotic perfumes
Mixed with sweat
And raw decay.

Painted masks
With frozen smiles,
Their empty eyes
Lost in the past.

Dancing bodies
Moving sensuously
Against a backdrop
Of multicolored garbage.

Carnivalesque joy,
Both ephemeral
And deep.

Death cavorting
With the living,
Drunkenly clinging
To young flesh.

Warm breath
Filled with alcohol
And the lingering taste
Of a random stranger’s sex.

A kingdom
For the foolish
To reign
For just one night.

A magic spell
Counting every second
Before sunrise
Gently closes off the lid
Of its old coffin.

Until next year.

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