Four dim lights,
Music floating around,
Young people swaying,
Feet etching a tattoo on the ground.
Three bottles of rum,
Snippets of conversation,
Bouts of laughter,
Stories told sans hesitation.
Standing in different edges,
Hesitantly catching each others’ eye,
Waiting for the chaos to tune out.
Comprehending the dynamics of love and hate,
Amidst a party,
That doesn’t die down or resonate.