you own the night
it bows and bends to your will
letting light pour in
and scream out your prism

colors not yet visible to the human eye
they stream
and you flow
tight
like the skirts on chelsea
like sequins on the sun
you click your heels
and turn the other cheek
cause they know not what they do

you’ll part the sea
not for an exodus
but for an entrance
bright lights and bleachers
stadiums of swirling flesh and flash
rising and falling like an eq
catching each syllable and sound
leaving you wet
without spilling a drop