Friction!

Nightclubs, nightstalkers
Fast women, fast talkers
Loose lips, loose limbs
The lovely loveless
Sunset to sunrise
Black dresses, black eyes
Tangles of tangos
Hot hands, hot thighs
Why can I never get you?
There’s a sea of bodies between us.
I recall the first time i saw you —
Not a dance hall — but a crowded bus.
Pressed against the scent of stale sweat —
Friction!
Vampires and witches
Steal bloody red kisses
In go-go boots, itailin suits;
They always dress to kill.
They spin their umbrellas,
They dance a tarantella.
But im not here for them
I only come here to watch you.
I want to make your acquaintance,
To escort — to be a gentleman.
I want to rub up against you.
Like those scoundrels —
Like those wolves do.
They run in packs —
In saabs and SUVS.
Oh, these pounding dance clubs.
This friction between us.
How you throw your body,
Its so moving.
But never toward me.
Still, I always seem to read
Between the beat.