"Disco Dancing"
I want to meld into you. You and your rock and roll stories, your slacker stance.
I will brush against you. I will touch your arm to make a point. I will use all the patented moves that my drunken mind can recall.
You will bring your ukulele to a laser light rock show. You will wear snow shoes to my beach.
I will speak of angels to an atheist. I will speak of crime and punishment to a burglar. I will clap at the wrong time, wrong place.
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