melissaahowells
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You saw me standing there
small blond in black crepe laughing with my friends you asked me to dance and I danced while you stared into me oh I didn't have a prayer bewitched and I didn't have an answer for what you were but you were the answer for awhile and then you were gone leaving a tear in my skin where you'd touched it and a hole in my heart. "Dance Hall Days Gone..." You saw me sitting there a smaller blond still wrapped up in raven-ish retro fondue laughing with my borrowed friends devilish grin and a fine howdy-doo you asked me to dance and I danced and your smile burned into me a sly serpent with blue eyes tongue-flicking for a kiss oh I didn't have a prayer when you hissed and later found you weren't my answer unlike the one before soon you too were out the door with a slam-bam and I was dancing alone. "Dance Hall Days Gone..." Oh you saw me dancing there blonder still and reed-thin as a rail wearing my clever costume of black n' pale sip-suckling a rusty nail you summoned me to dance and I weakly answered looked into you even less certain of me or you this time how dangerously stark you were your derisive laughter rising like a startled flock of crows sneering a secret grin I couldn't understand or know was I drawn in to a voodoo man we danced too long to a 78 song on a 33 1/3 groove leaving one long purple bruise and feeling rag-doll used the memory of you a shocked echo a chorus of curses cursing. "Dance Hall Days Gone..." Oh you asked me to sit down and there was no music playing but I heard a sound and I nodded to the right to an empty seat and you politely asserted it was nice to meet you (me?) there was soft light in your eyes your smile was strong and wise I again was very blond but the thinness had long disappeared You laughed (and I felt shy) it was then I thought I heard a note a song and it caught in my heart and I felt a bit like dancing again and for some reason you stayed and the shadows of the others are fading away their older music making different memories mostly the kind I don't wish to replay they don't please like the rhythms you have begun and make my heart squeeze in a paroxysm of joy there is a new midnight sun and oh isn't this beginning to feel like fun I wasn't dancing but I'd like to wait to see what more will come this is the smile... I have at last found where one comes from. "Dance Hall Days Gone..." ("you need him and he needs you...")* LEGAL Copyright June 3 2012 FOR THIS WORK/POEM AND All Rights Are Reserved By This Author Melissa A Howells AND FOR HER LEGALLY COPYRIGHT SITE TITLE Meloo STRAIGHT from her Tilt-a-World *Hats off to the Safety Dance Boys... just heard that song and added that "homage" byte June 25th, 2012...giving credit for this recent addition where credit is due...though the rest came well before on June 3rd. the portions in quotations are a word play/pun and the last quotations are a variation of the line you need her and she needs you...I believe the Group is Men Without Hats...but don't entirely trust my 80's trivia memory. Vote for this poem |
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