BLOG 276: Dance Floor Silhouette

The music binds to your bones, 

via vibrations through toes
to fingertips,
swinging through the smoke.

The lights from the stage,
paint shadows of your name
and a silhouette,
swaying in the rain.

The excitement in your eyes,
brings me back to life.
I am a dancing corpse,
falling in the night.

And I’m no good for you,
because I bring out the best in you.
You crave a fuck-up
who doesn’t see you.

But I see it all.
I see the beauty in your flaws.

Because I am a dance floor silhouette,
and you are the cause.

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