had this certain mauve sweater that perked
her shoulders up so magnificent
paired it with hip high boots and tight *** jeans
and danced the light
nights away on the street making madness of the men
drunken clapping yelling go
baby go as the drum solo spent every last
bit of energy out from the fading sun
the whole entire night she danced on
a wild child meant to be a dead man's dream
and the smoke rose like a thousand
incense sticks from her heels her hips
as the lights flashed
her fandango