Where the Stars meet

Sunshine exchanging gazes with the withered grass, far too hot for far too long. Yet, it is here that for one weekend, we call home.

Clothes, magically melting and merging. Tell me, my dear stranger friends, when did we reconcile our differences? Just long enough to dance, to hold sweaty hands. As though it were the only thing holding us onto this earth.

Lights and sounds, sight and sound mixing. When did bass turn red and gold? How does neon green feel so slick, so freaking freeing? The vibrations make us move, slither and bounce, in a dance unspoken yet unified and choreographed to perfection.

Eyes dilated, egos deflated. Touches and words made beautiful and unrequited. We don't need this love to last forever, only the memory in our serotonin magnified minds.

All at once loud, yet stillness in my bones. This place we call Okeechobee, these trees and souls for this brief time capsule, I'll call home.