—AUGUST IN THE HEAT, SWEATY IN THE STREETS
Undeniable
Let’s go dancing
up there on the balcony,
no use for excuses,
you’re looking
fresh as hell and
tonight’s not going to end.
Let’s cast a long spell,
spin until we’re
dizzy-drunk,
a couple of clumsies,
rummy and funny
only to ourselves,
who cares?
You can pick the tunes,
I’ll pick the flowers,
bring you your
favorite wine while
we twist and
sway for hours.
I’ll grip your hip
like it’s the
last piece of gold,
hold your hand
over my heart,
kiss the end
of your nose
if you sigh or
toss your hair back,
throwing me a lifeline
not knowing it.
Maybe we’ll make
it to the rooftop,
fly there or even farther,
dancing with wings on,
dancing on air,
dancing because
I’m here
and
you are
and
we are.
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