Dances

Walking into a room of spinning stars and flowing skirts

Happy couples gaze into each other’s souls through windows on their faces

Every “single” person looks around at one another, wishing, wondering

Remembering dances in the city streets and kisses that were whisked away

Every bloody, beating heart craving for the chocolate heart of their imagined beloved

A tap on the shoulder and there he is: all teeth and hands and facial hair.

Regally takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor

Ending what was temporary, and giving me cotton candy, sweet and temporary.

You know that songs only last a few minutes before they’re thrown into the dirty laundry

Only you hope that this one will not, because shoes don’t get washed, only worn

Until their lifetime guarantee has ended

Mark my words, there’s hope! he always says on April first

Youthfulness will never run out and time is barely ticking.

Liars, liars, liars

Only one man can tell the Truth, and he won’t let them cut in

Vain, they all want ruggedness and juicy flesh, and I’m ready to offer it.

Every day forever, I believe them.

God bless.