Slow Dance

Slow Dance

The dance is made from gestures toward satisfaction
that never fully satisfy

Falsetto to taffy-pull the time
and plaintive voice full of almost-love


Arms draped around necks and waists in the dark
and the leaning together of bodies


This can be said, and what can be said
is only euphemism



Everywhere there are bodies clanging together

there will one day be no bodies
  


Every body you give yourself to

will crumble

As with most things pleasure ends
That is how we come to know it

Song to Slow Dance to

Song to Slow Dance to 

Whatever gestures towards satisfaction
can never fully satisfy you

Think of the slow dance
how its softness and falsetto can alter time
for only three to four minutes

Think of the euphemism

Think of language
which is itself a euphemism

Everywhere there are bodies clanging together
there will one day be no bodies
 
Every body you give yourself to
will vanish
As will your own body

We know pleasure
because it ends