Was the dark side of a white night
all sweaty with remembrances
of dancing, moving the dancing
crowd to watch....me.
Hair flipped up, shake it, shake it!
Pop it good. Navel ruby
on a flat belly, glitter on my
shoulders, face.
Watch me move. Don't care....
it's my night, not yours.
Then it became our night.
He left his girl and moved with me.
We glittered together
all across that floor,
right to my door.
White night of darkened bedroom.
Glittered floor.
Glittered sheets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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