Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Slow Dancing to Fast Songs

At 17, I did it barefooted and braless, Pink Floyd pinging off the neon walls. Climbed right up on the coffee table and danced, dipped, ca-chinged to the sounds of the cash register clanking...

Bubble eyed gold fished swam in the bathtub, lost in the psychedelic world we painted on their clawfooted world. Christian smoked a fat one. Strangers came and went. And the music played on and on and on.

And we danced.

At 19, I wore neon green platforms and borrowed white painter paints. I rubbed elbow to elbow, knee to knee, through a sea of strangers drinking nickel beer and danced up the steps and down again, Making grand entrances over and over again.

We danced....

In and out of my twenties,
in and out of revolving bars
into raging oceans,
waist high in midnight currents....

At 30 I danced out of one life and in stilhetto heels and a drippy hippy satin dress, danced right into my next....
Tom Jones and the Art of Noise....
The Kiss....
Off the dance floor and into a sea green pool....
Navy blue fabric, and tea stained lace floating,
swirling.....
And we laughed...

Until we cried...

And in slow motion, a gazillion years passed and I watched black and white re-runs...
the music slurring, blurring, getting buried under dust bunnies...

Until I remembered...

And it wasn't exactly like riding a bike....
It didn't come back all at once...

Not until I closed my eyes....

And danced again...

3 comments:

kj said...

oh oh singleton, those last lines.

are you in love with a memory returned , singleton?

i now have you on my bloggie list so i know when you post something new. i want to come here more frequently, because it always feels like a cold awake shower.

love love
kj

skinnylittlesister said...

hahaha....well, I can tell you sister, riding a bike didn't really come back all at once for me. In fact I seem to rememeber flying ninety miles to nothing down the hill, feeling as free as a bird when all of a sudden my front wheel and I kept going, just not on the bike, but with the bike in somersaults down that hill. Hahaha.
ILY and dance, dance, dance

singleton said...

Ahh sweet KJ, I'm always in Love. With now or yesterday or tomorrow...
And in my topsy turvy world,
we go round and round and round...

All I know for sure,
is...
this is my roadtrip,
the only one I'll ever get to take...
And every moment counts..

Muah!

Skinnylove...LOL! That's exactly how I met Christian and John...one hand on the handlebars, one hand flicking a bic, blonde hair flying....then diving, kissing the asphalt all lady like, skinny arms and legs somersaulting, landing at their feet. "Nice to meet you, boys".....and so goes the beginning of a forever friendship!

ILYSVVFM!