shimmy


i’ve been half-awake and dreaming
when i’ve heard her footsteps fleeting
beneath my bedroom alcove

and as i’d regress into sleeping
i could feel her shadow breathing
while i danced across the balcony

oh how she used to love to see me shimmy!

though it never seemed to matter
if she’d never seem to care
for what would become of her and me
she’d just air her stare
a million faces deep

and i’d drown of misinterpretation
i’d swallow such oceans of mirage
as she’d dare not close her eyes and let me be

oh how she used to love to see me shimmy!




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