why cry when you can rumba

if only i’d known dancing was a choice i’d have shaken my shimmie waltzing myself out more doors than you could count i would have salsa-ed and fox trotted till my toes bleed instead i’ve held  up wallpaper and maintained cushions i’ve twirled on office chairs and scooted my way down corridors to tones made up…

i wanna dance like the blues

I wanna dance like the blues Slo and determined Stumping the funk out Like what’s past us over And tomorrow a prospect so distant it ain’t worth my time   I wanna dance like the blues Fill myself up with longing So intense it comes out in groans Gyrating till dawn I groove I move…

its complicated…til its not

in between the stanzas that is where you fit fingers caress keys and i drift inside the melodies that make up you and it is too much baring the weight of this desire against the despair that held me captive only yesterday   its so complicated wanting to want and needing the need of this thing growing inside of me to go a way but there…