1.) The Dancer:yo: I am thinking of movement, slow, sultry - movement hips - swaying, to music causing my arms - reaching and as I begin, I am thinking I am alone, but really i am not in my room, I am surrounded in a crowded bar in front of my mirror still all I have on my mind is this movement my clothes are non existent, these patrons becomes irrelevant only thing that is apparent is this movement not the ten spot someone thought would persuade me or the names ones have coined to engage in conversations that erupted after eyes met under neon lights that flashed - **** ! how many songs do I have to? 2) The Disc Jockey I don’t know what it is about Music and dancing and Nudity and rhythms that moves and attracts me:grin: it just so happens I work where most play and I play the music that promotes the dancing that leads to nudity and causes me to drift off some place where red lights illuminate dance halls with walls covered with graphite drawn portraits of all the players that have ever lived and dollar signs that amount to expensive nights of nudity and dancing and promoting the fact I am the only DJ that can get in their heads and make them move and have men and women Oh ****! the record skipped. 2b) I have seen you dancing that dance that you’re doing today, but maybe, it was done by one just like but not quite like and then again I haven’t been the same since the fall of man but I definitely I’m wondering, as I am watching, figures go pass me on a narrow stage faces erase and all that remains are bodies and the bottles of beer, &moet’ champagne, and the tails of some rather good smoking tunes what I am trying to say is- U - make - me want - 2 take You and dress U dress you up in gold toned skin complicating theories of what I want, but In retrospect, THAT DANCE I’ve made love to you while you danced your way from concubine to femme to femme fatal to harlot to Jezzebelle and the children all cry out, dance *****! Dance *****, dance and make that movement that U use to drown out the universe as U inter-course rhythms exploding out of my telepathy and so you dance and I have a hundred dollars to tip you if you can keep your clothes on and offer a release of pressure to the mental lobes that supply the - What! You’ve got three up top!