This is a party.

This is a party.
The party.
Constantly improving moments
changing, moving,
Dancing
in a wind from the west
carrying thoughts, hopes,
loves
to the east at daybreak.
The gentle rise of breasts,
heaving much needed breath;
flicking hair
propelled
through the air.
The World rejoices
at a laugh,
a smile.
This is our party.
So Dance.