by Richard Trotter
I want to dance in black and white
with the sky a cinema screen
to end the day and bring the night
and cloak us so we can't be seen.
The world I don't care to miss
so lost in a thought of perfection
each beat takes me closer to bliss
stepping to a sweet infection.
We spin like a leaf on the wind
shedding the chains of abyss
til the music ends and I rescind
to softly pine for a ballroom kiss.
Posted on 05/10/2006
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