We share the beat 

Pulse erratic

Bass, dramatic

Thrum. Ecstatic

Compulsion filling me feet

To head, thick

with hip-hop induced high

 

We share the moment

Intense and short

Not quite court

-ing More like explore-

ing and before it came and went

we didn’t ignore

we didn’t lie

 

We share the space

Or maybe the lack

We are all react

No think, just back

To back, pants to lace

dress. We hack

at inhibitions, or we try

 

But

you’re hogging the beat

and the moment is tainted

and I’m trying to put space between us

but you won’t accept defeat

and the feeling has fainted

dead away, and it seems I must

 

set you straight, cause you don’t seem to see

that your death-grip is only making things worse

I’m confused why you think getting salty with me

will do anything to relieve your thirst

 

we share a lot of things,

you, me, and this dance floor

 

But my body isn’t one of them