Monday, June 28, 2010

Single Brown Female on Fridays.

Shiny little lights on the ceiling
reflect intermittently what's within
There's no space for our bodies to gasp
and that crude cry's lost in the making.

Shiny skin on my arms
potent with sweat and charms of tonight
we twirl and twist as if in discomfort.
Till the shoe comes off at midnight.

1 comment:

Happy Phantom said...

hearting the Cinderella-esque end. I now know what you mean by ending violently... :)