Thursday, August 28, 2014

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

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