Sunday, February 28, 2010

extenuated trip this life
caught in motion we get
to burn it all the way out

According to poets the ride must
surely conclude with a slow dance
slow dance to death

might as well ask that pretty someone
you know you've been thinking about it all evening
in a place where it's always night

Dj knows what you need
something soft and sweet
don't be afraid
she's been waiting

palms lightly sweating
soft sweater hugging

(waiting for a chance to move
with you right into
the music,
right outta the gym, right
into a mysterious sky of
her head leaning on your shoulder)

it's never over



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