elbows

Dec 28, 2006 01:16

on a warm night in march on a dark disco floor I danced up a storm like I'd never before
every step in the book and then some that weren't listed for a song or two I felt nothing else existed

now if a dream curled at your feet you'd take it home and name it I'm struggling now to find something to blame it on
strobing effects or perhaps it was that dress but my eye was captured by a beautiful actress

now the minutiae is still in my memory writ large she danced nearer me with her coy entourage
she tugged at the scarf round her neck it hung loose she flung it and hung it from the disc jockey’s booth

but before I continue one moment’s reprieve I grant you dear audience a chance to leave
for my tale never ends in that it never started when the house lights came on I’d already departed

no not one word was spoken nor a glance exchanged when the sun rose next morning the world hadn’t changed
see we only touched elbows was the plain naked truth and I can’t even backup my story with proof

we only touched elbows, felt our bones clank together then the moment was over in a falling feather
an accident sure, but it happened I’ll wrangle our elbows did touch our arms at right angles

now there’s naught the nosey observer could’ve guessed but the rock and roll drummer inside of my chest
everyone’s seen her films and I whisper her name that we only touched elbows is not such a shame

for the world’s getting crowded and I can’t see a lapse it’s not about leaving spaces but filling the gaps
we’re all bumbling and knocking strangers all the time sometimes we don’t notice, mostly we don’t mind

a foot brushes your ankle on a peak hour bus someone’s hand on the small of your back as they pass
a shopkeepers fingers while handing your change can lightly brush yours without feeling too strange

but why I felt so alive I can’t quite determine there could be a world to explain it in German
some take others home, waking up to regret it we only touched elbows and I’ll never forget it
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