Not in Paris

Let the music play

Let it hover wickedly - just beyond the reach of your gently awakening senses that slowly, oh so slowly start pricking at those little triggers that you inch towards expectantly. Now drawing back, now letting your feet stick and your eyes glaze in an attempt to disown what it's doing to you...

Lips parted ever so slightly, eyebrows creased, cheeks taut, neck outstretched, breathing uneven, and green swollen vein throbbing louder than those drumbeats rolling in closer and closer. The air curls up, holding its breath and lights recoil as those tantalizing guitar strings threaten to slice right through you, just to see your face light up in manic joy.

And your eyes, your eyes -
Scorching the head into focus ,
Focus on everything else that shouldn't be,
Focus on what you can't see

Move faster and the burden gets lighter
It's your spine speaking now
It's your spirit twitching brighter
It's your muscles coiling tighter

You were never a fighter
but look what its done to you

Mute madness
and goosebumps

You don't need a voice to shout or a mouth to laugh anymore.

Your brain's in tune with the trills
And your skin tingling for sin
Smell the fire, taste the wounds
This time you're going to win

And you'll take it head on and gore right through
and that dark red silk handkerchief
will soak your face
sweeter

stains on the dancefloor


Come let me teach you to tango.