Can we wait another ?

IMPEACHMENT NOW

Ignore the Constitution a bit longer...

Dancing (Summer '00)

At night when we dance--
The floor keeps the pace
The room spins about
And feet follow drums.

Weave hips and all else,
entangle our arms,
And fast (but so slow)
Again we are free.

Turn wild and fly far,
The world becomes blur
We coil, then unwind
To dance a new move.

then close do we hold,
and closed are our eyes.
You smell of aloe,
and there is kissing.

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