Skin Face Language Dance

Skin Face Language Dance

Our walls are fortresses to which we can fall back after forays to the wall of the commons        

   and the fortresses of others.

Our clothing, our skin, our mating garb flails about us as we dance for our friends

Check this out! Love me, for my dancing can engage your mind in the wondrous

   illusion of entertainment.

One another we entertain, we feign, with craving and grasping minds we seek and reach

The maddening roar of the whore, futuristic and polytheistic

Sampling gods and lovers under temples and covers

Promiscuity for mere gratuity of experience

We each a center tethered to our mates tarred and feathered

Hiding in jesting and gesturing as we fear boredom and duty

The cult of me is free to be free of the cult of me

We shrug all smug and long and pretend to be snug as a bug in a rug

But we are lost and swayed by hopes and fears and time’s fade

And we suck, we are stuck, and we don’t seem to give a fuck

Secrets, some safe and some longing to be revealed

Our strip tease may only appease the frantic unease

Tit for tat and the smell of a rat

But this lame confetti is just so petty

Whirl with me Oh Ecstasy but gingerly

For to prefer the state of purr is to defer to find the ease of mind

Oh sickly quest and sickly rhyme

Purge me of this grisly grime

Words fail me, words impale me

We seek to know them, we seek to show them

Dance with me we say for then our trance will be OK

Ghosts we all become after we cross the boundaries of the energy levels

Shells of the dead litter the realms as the very matter within them

Meanings lost in the anxiety of variety

Longing to hurl the cloak and go within

And dwell at length between thoughts