Two See Bee at Halcyon

A poem

When she came back
From the bathroom
She put her hands on my shoulder
And stood on her toes
To tell me,

"I could still hear
The womp womp womp
In the walls"

I could only see her face
For a second
As the lights strobed

Then darkness 
That has no beauty 
No sense 
Just nothing 
For my eyes at least 

My ears still thud 
And then the lights again
And her face
And beauty 

How does the light shine
In mid-air
Like there’s something there
To catch it 
Hold it
Have it happen to be 
The blue, green
Yellow I can see
Swirling 
Revolving around the room 

With my eyes closed 
Everything else goes 
Except for the music