To the cutie in the club,
How I wish you infinite love.
Cocktail laced basement nights
pin-up boys dressed up tight
Ravers, makers
Dreamers, shakers
Ecstasy and psychedelia
dancing to the frequency of love
We sing, we dance;
We break, lock, Jive, cha-cha
We play, we connect
We sip, sniff, drop, pop
inhale… exhale
Club necking and cigarettes,
Smiles that could burst
eyes rolling from space back down to earth
Baring our souls to the disco mothers
skin pressed between each and every midnight lover
Free of sin we bow down to our Queens
Cross our hearts to forever dream.
To the cutie missing the club,
How I wish you infinite love.
About the Creator
Chelsey O L. Delhees
An artist living in Wales.
I represent a generation falling back in love with themselves, embracing every aspect with empathy and acceptance. I take inspiration from life experiences and philosophies, woven together with romanticism.
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