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?
There's 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 I'm 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.

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