Soft moonlight slowly slips over your smooth strong sides
Attracting seeking eyes and accenting every space specifically special to you.
Smile at me.
Show me you care.
See me under the moonlight just as I see you…
Swinging Is More Than Just Dancing
One could assume that all we do is mime
It happens to be the easiest way we convey
Bodies intertwine two at a time
Two and two and two do play
Creating a loud harmonious chime
It is merely the sound created as we go astray
What we do, some consider a crime
We could never call it passé
For it creates a feeling called sublime.
What if a strung up doll hated its life
And every part of what
It stood for
But couldn't escape because if it cut all
Would no longer be worth watching.
Be a doll with useless marionette strings
Hanging from its sides
It would be nothing to watch
Nothing to see
Nothing to be