How the Light starts the Dance:
Particles get an itch in their electric pants
throw some bonds, make some strings, form a band.
Bass line strides till it hits its run.
Angels goof with hairspray fun
hummingbirds try for a smoky eye
the dolphins titter over fuck-me pumps
Nature tries everything on.
She knows the band's about to start
that the party will be HOT.
What to wear for this raucous, grace-quaking occasion?
Something liquid, layered, lumen-shot.
A bone and flesh mille-feuille.
Something auburn, gold, and cream.
Someone named Rebecca,
straight from the heart of Love's dream.