Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

you are an interesting dancer

but so precious, with your wild limbs swinging
in a happy frenzy, a thin layer of sweat glossing
your skin. the room pulsated like a living thing,
our stomachs full of barbecued beef and chicken
protested the next bottle of fifty all night. but that
didn't stop us from stumbling on to the sidewalk
at quarter to one, laughing and slurring, sharing
a cigarette, even though you don't smoke. today
was a bit rough, i have to admit. but i'd trade a
little nausea and dehydration for a night like that
any day.