Saturday, August 22, 2009

Collide

Move your hips and
Move your arms
Wait for our bodies to collide

Rhythm takes over
Our bodies
We sway and spin and grind

Beat fills our souls
Hearts pound in tune to the music
Filling the room

Precarious Little Side Swiper

Precarious little side swiper
Taking to the crowds
He reaches out to take what he believes should be his

Precarious little side swiper
Doesn't make a sound
He simply takes and moves on

To his next little victim of his little petty crime