The Hedonists

After the party, that lascivious bohemia,

Bacchanalian hubbub

Carrying on still night air, erotic

Dancing rhythms and bloomed

Egos scenting the cool bite

Foretelling Dawn in the breeze, that stark bailiff,

Grinning, comes breaking,

Hastening revellers with a blush,

Indifferent to every alibi,

Jostling the DJ,

Killing them softly, slick

Luminosity urging liminal,

Meandering minds to affirm

Night is past with the risen sun.

Out amidst the stars, allegro

Pulsing beats slip,

Quivering over Thailand, India, Iraq,

Rounding the globe, chasing the hour

Skies turn deeper blue and sun sinks

Tolling the death of light,

Ululations to bid adieu

Vexing daytime, its bright shiv

Wound in straw till cockcrow.

Xenial dark now does coax

Yearnings to succumb to joy,

Zest for that glorious midnight waltz.

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For my birthday, in lieu of a party. The introvert can conjure in the mind what cannot be lived in the world of other people. I doubled down and began and ended alphabetically.