the sick poem

beautiful night:
party raging/music playing,
beats in throats while bodies float
and youth celebrating freedom, at last.

above: vomit in a basin
and two enveloped – not in love
but waves of hair, held back in place
with a pianist's hand
from a sallow face.

here lies:
an undignified moment
in all it’s grace.

iridescent with newness, diversity
and skin that is flawless,
a thousand sights, like this
upon the night skies -
who are we? youth of this space.