They just want to dance
strut and gyrate in the arms
of each other
soft, shapeless poets
lonely with tired eyes
looking for a place
to sleep with nothing
to apologize
On the dance floor where the lights
are burning a new meaning
into the definition of
worship
where ecstacy and pain
share the same space
the "would be's" kick
cruelty in the face and stalk
a sinuous game gladly abandoning
themselves to pleasure
This is the last dance
before sunrise
and negotiated breakfasts--
desparate alliances
and hasty phone number
exchanges
separate the 'would be's'
from those who 'are'
~ leave this scenario
go home and recount
what happend here tonight
...write?!
(c) FINDING SO(u)LUTIONS
strut and gyrate in the arms
of each other
soft, shapeless poets
lonely with tired eyes
looking for a place
to sleep with nothing
to apologize
On the dance floor where the lights
are burning a new meaning
into the definition of
worship
where ecstacy and pain
share the same space
the "would be's" kick
cruelty in the face and stalk
a sinuous game gladly abandoning
themselves to pleasure
This is the last dance
before sunrise
and negotiated breakfasts--
desparate alliances
and hasty phone number
exchanges
separate the 'would be's'
from those who 'are'
~ leave this scenario
go home and recount
what happend here tonight
...write?!
(c) FINDING SO(u)LUTIONS