Raw The dancer

Hold the phone

Take a Picture

hip to hip, cheek to cheek

Push me away like I'm Lucifer, so to speak

Your focus is on the cocoa butter running down my cheek

And the sweat

Feet touch, brush hands, feather's ache

We can swing if you prefer, So you Freak !

My breath moves your hair in a round, at a glance like a pirouette

I give myself to you

As long as you move

Collide us while we work it out

Cut waves, make change

Crop circles in my cage

I'm a dancer

You're a dancer

Let's dance

Shoulders back, chest out

I'm poised like a goddamn ape,

I can taste the mood in my mouth like particles of punch-drunk love

Bold moves, ice rink, lines cut

From the moves they make,

Somebody tell me where I go

 

Done