DANCING BY MYSELF

go turn the lights down low
step out on a cold floor
feel the whisper caress

slide bare feet real slow
wait, maybe that's the door
no, just the wrong address

there's music just below
that cuts to the core
and tugs at your dress

hurts more than he'll know
morning, it's half past four
where he is...is just a guess

(c) 2006 Rennie Lorca