We Dance.

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You and me
in black ballet shoes
tiptoeing across the New York skyline
leaping on Harlem rooftops
pirouetting through gangways with
candles in our hands
doing the Rhumba to
punk’s radios.


We dance.
Our bottoms kiss in thin air
just like
George Jetson
and his dog, Astro.


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