"Waltz in

Smoke assaulting my eyes, but

I see her

Jean skirt, blue bikini top

Diamond

Glittering

In her navel, both arms across her chest

(AND SHE

THINKS

SHE IS

ALONE.)

Now she stands be(d)side me

While her girls

Devour

White powder like candy

Unexpected,

Cool lips upon my cheek

'dance with me'

(AND SHE

THINKS

SHE IS

ALONE.)

Two Coronas, keep the cap

Watch

Her

Leave

Trying not to idolize

How

She's so out of reach

(AND SHE

WILL

NEVER BE

ALONE.)"

1:34pm 11/17/2005