Under the blushing moon and dust of stars,
And under the warm fumes of bellowing laughter,

And sweat; mingle two hundred bodies with no heads.
Two hundred bodies gyring then parting,
Each leaving behind their trail of dancing wind
Perfumed and pregnant with a moment of memory.

Two hundred bodies gleaming like glass,
Bleeding heat,

Sweating energy and fumes familiar to you and me.
Against the decaying stars,
Tiny ripples of whispers travel from open mouths
To stone etched ears,
Lips part, open and clean,
And smiles are met
But lips of the heart and of the mind are most fashionably sealed.

Masiela Lusha

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-hundred-bodies/