Thursday, September 5, 2013

Wedding Dancing

Aches and pains
at the open bar
in open fascination
of the pulsing,
writhing mass
of dancing bodies
in techno-trap-

A few quick
dance lessons
from Jack Daniels and
the music pulses in
matched synapses,
gives me that old
fashioned primal beat.

Salome, you dears,
don't ask for my head
when you nab me
for a dance, you
three, barely
daughter's friends,
in your combo of
youth and virtuosity.

Escorts at both elbows
with one leading the way,
to their dance floor domain
we go, those three
and my gray goatee to

to the rhythmic method
of da-da-dancing,

definitely not the father-daughter dance.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

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