dance
dance a little darling, won't you?
you don't need the shiny disco lights
or the high tan boots
or even six tequila shots
sometimes you could be dancing
in tandem with the twinkling skyscrapers
and the lights on the sea link
above you
they light up your face
and leave your eyes lit
intermittently
you don't need someone's hand
or another's waist
to dance
just dance
even if it's on your own rug
because the floor is too cold
and your socks are too thin
this time and space
and any other dimensions
you may think of
are momentary
you might be looking back
on them in nostalgia
and figure that dusting off
the layers of time and memory
won't paint it in the inky blue
and the hues of red
that you'd want them to look like
so dance a little darling
and make it about yourself
this one time
dance for you
and for your eyes alone
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