Friction!

Friction

nightclubs, nightstalkers

fast women, fast talkers

loose lips, loose limbs

the lovely loveless

sunset to sunrise

black dresses, black eyes

tangles of tangos

hot hands, hot thighs

why can I never get you?

theres a sea of bodies between us.

I recall the first time i saw you -

not a dance hall - but a crowded bus.

pressed against the scent of stale sweat -

friction!

vampires and witches

steal bloody red kisses

in go-go boots, itailin suits;

they always dress to kill.

they spin their umbrellas,

they dance a tarantella..

but im not here for them

I only come here to watch you.

I want to make your acquaintance,

to escort - to be a gentleman.

I want to rub up against you..

like those scoundrels -

like those wolves do.

they run in packs -

in saabs and SUVS.

oh, these pounding dance clubs.

this friction between us.

how you throw your body,

its so moving..

but never toward me.

still, I always seem to read

between the beat.