By sarah iristakeroot@aol.com
Date: 7 May 2000
velvet night
warm air brushing its feathers across my skin
as the rain slowly falls from the sky
freefalling toward the ecstasy of burned flesh
the night is filled with dancers
dancers playing guitar and singing their
soft brushes sweeping their canvas of
listeners ears
dancers of java and soul with their thigh high boots
and bare breasts bearing down with gravity
with nipples peeking through the cotton
the sheerest fabric showing the rising gooseflesh
twirl your skirts young ladies and dance in the
heat of this young night
walk bearfoot through the concrete days and neon flesh
nights
find your lovers in the night air as they float toward you
in the clouds of music coming from the doors opening
as stumbling people come falling out
in groups of laughter
lay me down......
lay me down....
in the supple nights of summer
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