The Club Poem by David DeSantis

I walk like I wake
and on any good day
I can make or break or neither at all.
I play with words
and talk a good game,
or dropping the ball
I'm nothing and more.
Like a player that moves
only for movement
my happiness is temporal
and judged by the score
So lets dance in your sheets
and spin a new round
with a lip bite move
as we play on the floor
Neon finds
your sweat bead whispers
and in our movements
your sapphire core

Because in every club
theirs always the girl
with green earth eyes
and a revolving door
she's my devil
or wing tipped angel
so talk a good game
for your new mi amore.

Copyright (c) David DeSantis