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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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beaten

I just wanna dance
the music plays
I sway to the drums
to the bass
hum while I move
subtle grace

gotta keep time
gotta dream
gotta hold on
while the guitar screams

obscene, you know what it means
this scene flutters between yearning
and the fire of sopping desire

I just wanna dance
a chance in the moonlight
a prance in the shadows
does anyone know

I'm in the throes
of something, anything, one thing
madness
no sadness here, just passion
and the way we fashion love
and wear it
take a rip
don't slip
take a bite
bear it on the floor
out the door
hobble to the cobbles
to the street
hours from showers of sunlight

on those toes that carried me
and the music married me to echoes
amidst the stars
between the cars
and oak trees, elm trees, pine trees
I'm sweat soaked, overwhelmed but fine
brought to my knees

to pray,
"GOD,
Dear GOD,"
I say,"just one more day
to dance
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