Somewhere between the seated laughs,
The frosted walks, the pulse of music,
I woke to find my last drink gone.
Gone is the mist that makes the club
Seem mystical, magical; someone
Else’s life. It is no longer that.
Now it’s my body that contorts
To unfamiliar rhythms –
My arms that bend, my spine that twists.
My face – it is my face, a stranger’s face –
I see, eyes closed in ecstasy,
Lips parted, hair – a smouldering halo.
Cinderella’s charm has lost its power.
The midnight’s gone and past.
I crawl back to my human skin. Then revelling is done.
