On the Floor

First, it is that which makes itself felt.
What is the impression that follows the impulse?
Why question?

There is always a design.
"I would give up everything for your touch."
I have been up for hours.
"Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth."

Let's talk about promises. I'm not closed.
Who is? Sure, I know I am.
I have a standard for desire.
All lies. It's a calico's what it is.

Music loud and pen in hand.
This is a standard I have established here,
which is more than elsewhere,
though it could be.

I want to get up and dance around now.
Some very good things often get lost,
overshadowed by unfulfilled desire.
I am studying it. I'm writing it all down.