Apr 2020
All rise, and he's still sitting down.
Arms outstretched, fingers clasped.
They move to the rhythm ingrained.
Sipping on the glass, he waits.
Any of this, he passes up.
Still awaiting for the tattered dress to sweep in the door.
Arms outstretched, fingers clasped.
They move to the rhythm ingrained.
Sipping on the glass, he waits.
Any of this, he passes up.
Still awaiting for the tattered dress to sweep in the door.
He still dances the best with Love, who's soaked in red and eyes of the green-eyed monster.
June 2017.
June 2017.
