Monday, 29 August 2011

Dance Floor

Again I'm giving away

Pushed by the beat of living

The life I won't stop

Soft gliders on my skin

Feel like glass paper

Hurt is only when hurt

Is on me

I take it off

Maelstrom in and around

Held solid, liquid sharp

Young but no, no

I cash in for lessons

Tongues of light cut

But if I fall into

Their rhythm

My partner is shiny

Or I could kick out

Before they cut me

I am losing

Seam free and hungry

A colour sensation

The floor told a lie

I am a statue, not moving

Still for an encore

I am thistle down rising

Lighter than air.


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