summer drum.

you promised to take me dancing,
to that kooky pop tune -
the one with the distorted guitar and stepping melody.

we pretended that we were in the sixties.
we pretended that we were dancing for each other.

i was dancing with time, and you were dancing with lust.
the hands of the clock struck as yours struck all over me.
you felt me and you held me, you kissed me and smothered me.

our young laughter staind in the humid air,
and the summer sun faded over the horizon.
we were only left with the beat of the drum,
and we danced the night away.

you promised to take me dancing,
and for a night
we pretended that we were in the sixties.

- 2009