Tucking long, winter-pale
legs up under my butt
trailing one foot out into cruel basement air
letting the leather
conform to my shape and warm to me.
Fingers click, click, click....
eyes shoot around absorbing,
Until I cannot take anymore and must rocket
to my feet,
damn the pixels
, the codes
crank the speakers and slam my Carnal Carnival
toes into the carpet.
Spin, leap, strut, hike the skirt up
and stare the bastards straight in the eye
dip, shuffle, leap, twirl.
This is what it's all about