By Slug
Date: 3 September 2000

We Danced

We danced...
   We pretended...
      we knew the steps
to the foreign (west/east/central) coast music that met our passive ears.  

We never danced...
   I pretended...
       the steps weren’t as new to me as you thought they were...
your music made laughter of my fumbling
                                              until you turned it off
   and questioned my motives.

You accused
           and amused
                     and abused
every one of my thoughts...
                         feelings...
                                  peeling away the meaning
until it was bone-bare
                       and exposed to the sun
(shining like so many longhorn skulls in the desert
                                              
                                            and with just as much nourishment)

But you held me (when you needed it ) and I relished it
                  
                       ...and our kisses were like chewing dynamite...
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