Hot Pants Dance  

The disco freak in my pants wants to tell you all,
and throw you above my head into the night.

City lights sweet lily smell.
I am nervous,
rose blush cheeks.

Think too much.
Shake all you have.
Thirsty laugh.

The girls hang tulip discussions.
Maps of their world.
Words in my head trying to untangle like wool from a sweater.

Images evolve and forests grow.
So let them grow,
let me breathe.

Want to take a look?
Art comes as it goes,
it flows and rocks,
slipping sliding.

Where do I start?
How can I explain?
Begin to grind against your imagination.

Let me take you there, where they sing my song.
We can dance till they sing it no more.

For now lets groove and giggle and mingle.
Tomorrow is time and there is no time.

Can't keep us down when those beats get faster.
Can't keep us away when the rhythms get harder.

Dreamers sleep.
Disco freaks dance.

 

© 2006 Monika Ptak