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From the Vault: black light fandango

black light fandango
(March 28, 2001)

dear sir and ma’am:

under the black light everything felt right
wish it could have lasted all night
three parts and three hearts and no false starts on that night
(this is no explication but a dedication to him and her and me)
three thirsty souls in the center of a sea
of bodies

like two sharks we encircled her
obeying the Miami bass
we grinded and freaked
and grinded and freaked
like ticking, like tocking
like grandfather clocking
like sucking and fucking we wished we were doing
her and me at the same time
so when we came together (to dance)
you got a snake in your hips and started to prance

you’d never been in a circle of three degrees
a circle of amour, not knowing what was in store
it was just a fucking party and we were just freaking this girl,
this girl was the last one on earth because she gave me my first hard on in years
and i had no fears, even if “oh, shit! what if I am straight?”

through the stench of cigarettes and sweat, i still made you and her wet
we encircled her
you touched my arm
i touched your hand
and suddenly we three understand
if this ever could really happen
it could only be her, you, and me
only that night

the crowd disappears around us and all that’s left is the black light
stranding three bodies in the black sea –
just her, you, and me
i touch you, you touch me, we touch she but
does she even need to be there for us to be aware
of the erectile function unifying our conjunction
we are fucking each other through her but
does she feel the prick, does she ride it, does she feel like a queen
inspiring the manhood of two to arise in between
you cannot look me in the eyes, ashamed at the blatant display of lust
that has caused this show
ashamed that
we each had someone else but they didn’t know
that she was the only woman that could make me think twice
and i was the only man that could make you think twice
and twice plus twice was about to get real nice
raw energy bubbling under skin threatening to explode
we were live we were hype we were the essence of sex
fluid crowds evaporating to reveal
you and you and i, he and she and me, girl and guy and guy
we are free
love: me

Posted by Rashid on March 19, 2007 7:22 AM