I enjoyed dancing with you while you were drunk.
I was stone cold sober.
Unless my prescriptions counts as a high.
I got drunk off you.
Your hands around my waist.
It actually feels like you want me.
But you’ll forget about this in the morning.
Until then I’ll enjoy you slurring sweet nothings in my ear.
Your lips touching mine.
I've never drank beer but I’m guessing it taste like your lips.
Maybe I'll start.

Sea oats rustling
As salty gales drive ashore
Forever dancing

I want to dance with you
in the moon light,
when the time is right.

I want to dance with you
when you're loving me,
when you're carefree.

I want to dance with you
all day, all night,
until we see the sun light.

I want to dance with you
until you get tired of me,
'til you can no longer see.

I want to dance with you,
for all of
e t e r n i t y .

f.m.s.

who set the temperance in the square-faced clown
he was dancing and strolling and roaming around
he was scary, he was strange, he was really quite large
no one knew how he got there but he came out in charge
his hair was was chaotic, his skin an orange hue
he wanted to tell stories, all of which were not true
his stay should be over, in that fact we hope
the square-faced clown, it appears is a hoax....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 210