David DeSantis

Rookie (01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

**the Club Beat - 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
to a spread leg movements
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


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 16, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 24, 2009


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