Published May 15, 2006
dance floor sagas are
created and shattered among
liquid stripes of light and
congealing techno beats that
fuse hipbones together.
lean fingers scrabble for a taste of flesh
real skin hot with racing blood
but in the back of your mind you know
that no amount of his sweat
could ever rinse your filthy hands.
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I liked this a lot. Imagery=excellent, and you captured the moment perfectly. Nice work.
I really love this poem too. Like Gummyface said the lines where swift, and discriptive. And showed that dancing was meaningful to you.
Thissen here's a gooden. I just wish it wasin't so short. That and I found myself reading it all at once and too quickly.
A beautiful work. The lines were swift, descriptive and had a punchline ending. The meaning was powerful, and I could feel myself grinding.
I absolutely love it. Dancing must be a passion for you - and you encapture it perfectly.