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.



2011




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