wearing
wine barrels, writing poems
quoting
phrases no one coined
i
reach that moment in the dance
where
touch just needs a circumstance
spin
and twirl, boy and girl
whatever
makes your flag unfurl
find
the beat that’s on repeat
sweat
on the floor and on the sheets
hold
my hand then hold my form
lace
your lips with chloroform
lather,
rinse and then repeat
let
us dry within the heat
dance
floors dream of closing time
poets
dream of perfect rhymes
so
while we can before the ban
help
me redeem the fall of man
not
for paradise regained
cause
back then things were not the same
lest
a grain of wheat fall and die
it
can’t bring forth the butterfly
but
back then nothing died at all
a
different world of protocol
where
dance floors and “your place or mine?”
were
not part of the grand design
so
let the morning beat the shades
these
rumpled sheets that we have made
will
be our spot upon this earth
where
in your arms i find my worth
let’s
linger in this couplet rhyme
till
i’m more than your “in-the-mean-time”
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