Hand in hand with the little tramp
they tripped the light fantastic
and blamed it on the boogie
shakin' their body down to the ground
groovin'...
rockin'...
melodic
sonic
as
'babe' fell from honeyed
lip
hip
slipped
through movement
time and place
ever changing face
loving us more
an occidental prince
who made, gave and saved
together
with the little tramp
they've got to be there
whatever happens...
tripping the light fantastic
forever.
January 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem