Deconstructing a Disco Ball

But the dance floor

Races against the charge in our

Left

Now

Right

Feet

Square cut-outs projected on our reallyfucking focused faces

As you should have walked away

But I’m here

Take me, Loca

I want this to be ecclesiastical

Yeah

We should have been arrested at the door!

Just keep moving

badambadambadambadambadam

.

Vespertine

Undo us again, just to a stronger beat

.

Inside my eyes

You will find

The sudden chance to let me go

In your eyes, I collect those brilliant

Sodden call-girl teardrops

As you move

Against me

For me

.

Turn me against the bar

And press into me

Because I feel free, baby

.

Digital disco

Dine us wine us

Tear us to shreds

Crack with shards that fall on our silty skin

As we move

.

My neck and Adam’s apple sweat, so sexy

Use your nails to tear into me

One last time before it ends

The quick prayer

A last sign of the cross

.

I know what’s the tea

And you have my word

To place it on your naked womb

And discover it kicking

While shards deepen rip-tears

In your skin

When all the glass has returned

To sand

Sprinkle all of it in your bloodstream

For the cells to die

On this disco floor

.

I told you

You should have walked away

.

I’m a jerk

I want more

Of this deconstruction

.

You are dancing

With your head down again

Reacting to every slight lull

In my sounds in your ear

Someone still has possession

Of your heart

.

Until the music ends

.

I feel the sweat on my beer bottle

You want to smash

It can't repare itself

You can't repare yourself

.

I told you

You should have walked away