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 that piano and that back

is moving. We two ghosts on the floor, just floating, just bruising.

Late night, slow dance, on my room. Staring at your mouth,

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