The club prefers its steaming
fantastic sex to the struggles
and efforts of passion's product,
which is too close to love. Love
cannot be risked; it's too close to
partner-- as in Dance. Partner.
The clubbies dance alone.
Dance is an exercise of
pheremonal capture, a show
for those whose sight usurps
touch in the love of desire.
(As distinct from love.)
Dance is an approach for those
who cannot speak. Pity those
who cannot speak, for dance
they don't desire.
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and don't make money off it)
2007 Jason Paul Fox