Fireflies – A Poem by Rachana

Soho, London, is a vibrant neighborhood, often associated with the city’s entertainment and creative industries. I’m taking you to a corner of it where glamour and grime coexist, where the body takes over from the mind, and where the city keeps its secrets beneath wet pavements.

Fireflies depend on darkness to be seen. Much like the fleeting, nocturnal encounters of Soho, they illuminate one another briefly before disappearing into the night.

at a night club in Soho
everyone wants to brush
as many shoulders as possible

outside
the narrow streets soak in neon
wet lights spill onto the pavements

I hear the thrusts of chests
or is it
the bass that’s vibrating these brick walls?

we’re lonely together in here
we’re fireflies for each other,
now here
and gone in the morning

wait,
is that the dude decked up
in the financial district
being disobedient now?

our sweat knows no dignity
crimson red reflections
make sequins blink,
unsteady heels click

what better way
than to enjoy this moment
tracing these beats escaping
through half open doors
picking up more bodies
along the way.

restless arteries oblivious to the
pulsing of the slow motion traffic on the streets.

I want to trace her shivering lips
on my way back to the alley

this night must
swallow all these fireflies

or these wet pavements
won’t keep the secrets
some raw,
some really vulgar

can I go back
to being myself tomorrow?

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