I am walking past the dancers

Who are driven by the beat

To such desperate decisions

Through the moving of their feet.

While I hear the blast of rhythm

As it hammers on my drums

I am deaf to its seduction

And to what its voice becomes

For I’m walking off this planet

And I’m centering my heart

For that next symphonic minute

And the solo that’s my part

How they whirl in close embraces

Yet they seldom ever touch

While it’s written on their faces

The desire they feel so much.

They have left their drinks on tables

To get drunken on desire

And except for those unable

They soon burn with passion’s fire.

I am walking past the dancers

They exude a strange perfume

It’s the smell of naked strangers

As they whirl around the room.

But I soft shoe past their tango

As I measure out my steps

No syncopated addict needs

Some new burden of regrets.

Sometimes a wistful gazing look

Connects with haunting glance

If we’d all just follow by the book

Would there ever be romance?

Would there ever be a sudden wamth

Would two people ever mate?

If in hallows of such quietude

We would actually relate.

Past vapid false seduction

Past manipulated minds

The trickling, tickling game of love

Ties its knot that softly binds.

Instead of sweating bodies

Back to front in knowing arc

There’s the foreplay of true innocence

In communing heart to heart.

Face to face we’d read each other

The soul’s glow behind the eyes

End of friendship: lifelong lover

We might forever realize.

I am walking past the dancers

Just a shadow moving free

Shuffling quick to my heart’s drummer

Hoping you will leave with me.