Dancing Without Alcohol
We forget abandoned days and midnight wheels
turned on endless paths of spin and twist
We were in ecstasy of spiraled youth
with feet that dared to leap above
when hearts refused to stop and check
when souls entwined without rebuff
and now our patterned tattoo heels crack
and click for hours to fall away.
Like dancefloor ice and broken glass;
dust-brushing memories aftermorn -
our barefoot nights, now end.
Please, keep up your show and tell
to those of us, who cannot dance
but nonetheless remember well.