DB
Публикувано от Bacchante , петък, 8 август 2014 г. 15:17
August 2013
An empty dance floor is like
a blank slate
for the body
and all I'm doing is sitting
barefoot and crosslegged on it
begging for attention
(or sending fuck off vibes -
we haven't figured out which one is it yet).
Spoken verse is the gift to say
anything
with as little explanation as your soul desires.
Desire is on a continuum of
power, empowerment, overpowering.
I'll paddle through another night
without my sleeping pills and you
now that you only come to
pick up your real life shoes.
Fill me up - shouts the dance floor
and I sprawl across and try
to fill the gaps in the parquette
Goodnight my little magic pea,
my long lost sole,
my lovely triple step,
I'll forever always love you.
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