Dancing Brigands Like Us

Some thieves like to swoon

others just like to sweep the planks

but a couple brigands like we

tear out splinters with knock-kneed grace

and flaming heart spinning tango…

.

wearing chucks and cutoff’s

you in that spaghetti top sex

and me in our favorite button down

I bought and you wear

unless, of course, you lend it to me….

.

But only if I give it back to you tonight. Slowly.

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Stealing spotlights made for not-so-starlets

you peer out under that hot eyebrow

haircut, and me, well, I tilt my glasses

when we be-bop tilt-a-whirl, hearts beating

madness in secret alcoves in our camplight

.

There doesn’t need to be more than

forty watts of am bandwidth boogie,

a cooler full of what we need

and baby, we cut up the terra, free

a couple of dancing brigands…

,

Out here in the starlight heavenly ball field, just you, just me.

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Chris Whitenack © 2014