Late Night Slow Dance

Stress on my neck, chain heavy. Room spinning slow, head in me.

Eyes on the floor, land on you. Glass in your hand,

pass to mine too. Hard on my throat, words petty.

Tongue on pause, palms sweaty. This that late night slow dance, barely moving.

Hands on your waist, whole world drooping. On a piano and it back

against the wood. We two ghosts on the floor, just floating, just bruising.

Late night slow dance with my woman. Staring at your mouth,

my pride I'm losing. You say talk, I just grunt. Scroll through pain