Friction



nightclubs, nightstalkers

fast women, fast talkers

loose lips, loose limbs

the lovely loveless

sunset to sunrise

black dresses, black eyes

tangles of tangos

hot hands, hot thighs



why can I never get you?

theres a sea of bodies between us.

I recall the first time i saw you - 

not a dance hall - but a crowded bus.

pressed against the scent of stale sweat - 

friction! 



vampires and witches

steal bloody red kisses

in go-go boots, itailin suits;

they always dress to kill.

they spin their umbrellas, 

they dance a tarantella..

but im not here for them

I only come here to watch you.

I want to make your acquaintance, 

to escort - to be a gentleman.

I want to rub up against you..

like those scoundrels - 

like those wolves do. 

they run in packs - 

in saabs and SUVS.



oh, these pounding dance clubs. 

this friction between us.

how you throw your body, 

its so moving..

but never toward me.



still, I always seem to read 

between the beat.