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Thu 24 Jul, 2003 02:48 pm
Wanna dance babe ?
Sassy chick with cigarette
snap my Zippo, light her up
standing close
my fingers burnt
foxy lady
my lips are scorched
music playing
loud enough
to wake the dead
dancin on a hot tin roof
my shoes are melting
bodies touching
pressing gently
rubbing softly
sparks are crackling
flame is rising
sweat wont douse it
reaching meltdown
I'm falling fast
She's aloof and miles away
I'm a pool of molten DNA
Oak, I am always fascinated by your poetic monologues. It quite easy to see this man smitten by a very aloof lady who has deigned to honor his request of a dance. We've all been there, have we not?
I particularly like the line...."molten DNA." but all of the poem drips color, and paints a very clear picture of how diffidence sometimes gives us two left feet.
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