my body boogied with everyone
but you tonight and
my lashes quick picked up
young pretty boys they hardly
knew before they were ensconced
softly secure in my venus fly trap
and while my breasts were busy saluting and
the fleecey street lamps dropped gold dust and hops
became the perfume of the dance floor and the
move that shook the warped wood
solipsism shimmied from my eye shimmered down my cheek
and fell on her fucking face right in
the middle of the place so trembling
clumsy
(and when i look at her from behind
what happens dear is shes all turned around
like a pinwheel in the hot wind that blew all night
shes all turned around
all that ,is,,, you)
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