Openopen.Oh, Pen! (how you make me so!)in utterance, your meaning defined--tongue exposed for all to see.as you move,a rounding to pursed lips,a pop of sound.at the end,a parting smile.your nature.like arms flung wide,access.to all that can be given--and never withheld.to be passed aroundsprungspread outagain and again.and again.and with each pass,tongue hanging out,a tighter purse,hardly a sound,a dying smile,i dry out at Oh.until again.
In Mourningfrozenstretched outin catatonic blissthat slithering succulenceof the mindthat says do not repeat,do not repeat,do not repeat.i mourn for you.
The Never Ending Dance...Everytime i think of you my heart just skips a beat,imagining a world where the two of us could meet.In a beautiful room under star light,the dancers beggining their flight,and the never ending dance begins.The room is empty apart from us now,me decked out in a lovely ball gown.you in your perfect fitting suit,hair done nice looking smart and posh,only done for the never ending dance.but you know what,this is all in vain.as we leave it begins to rain,and i awake in the room.sat next to you i realise it was a daydream,and im just finding it hard to talk to you.and that is the meaning of,The never ending dance.
Dance LessonsDance LessonsMy toes grip the tops of your shoesAs you teach me to swingAnd to swayTo the sound of muddy river bluesWe move unsteadilyTo a song of sypathy,And your feet do guide my wayAs we swingAs we sway