Baby, As I dance...
(To me…to a Ballerina who could never be)
As I dance,
To the song of life.
As I dance,
On a moonlit night.
As I dance,
My senses come alive.
As I dance,
My soul is free.
As I dance,
The music leads me through.
As I dance,
My eyes shine bright.
As I dance,
I go into a trance.
As I dance,
Like a burning flame.
As I dance,
Passion shows on my face.
As I dance,
Sweet romance is,
…on my mind.
As I dance,
My skin feels kissed.
As I dance,
Feels like your embrace.
As I dance,
I feel taken by,
A power divine.
As I dance,
I forget my broken heart.
As I dance,
On a lonesome Saturday night,
As I dance,
Only...to my hearts delight.
As I dance,
To the song of life.
As I dance,
On a moonlit night.
As I dance,
My senses come alive.
As I dance,
My soul is free.
As I dance,
The music leads me through.
As I dance,
My eyes shine bright.
As I dance,
I go into a trance.
As I dance,
Like a burning flame.
As I dance,
Passion shows on my face.
As I dance,
Sweet romance is,
…on my mind.
As I dance,
My skin feels kissed.
As I dance,
Feels like your embrace.
As I dance,
I feel taken by,
A power divine.
As I dance,
I forget my broken heart.
As I dance,
On a lonesome Saturday night,
As I dance,
Only...to my hearts delight.
posted by Gul at 12:03 AM
1 Comments:
Gulicious.. this is for you..
Too volatile, am I? too voluble? too much a word-person?
I blame the soup: I'm a primordially stirred person.
Two pronouns and a vehicle was Icarus with wings.
The apparatus of his selves made an ab-surd person.
The sound I make is sympathy's: sad dogs are tied afar.
But howling I become an ever more un-heard person.
-gul's fan
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