my_little_black_dress globalfruitbat when i saw you, when we were dancing, I was wearing my little black death-- no! I mean my little black dress, my Audrey Hepburn dress, cool and serene, Not a yawning void, Not a lack of air, of vitality. Anyone who saw me that night, my birthday night, would attest that i was vibrant, alive, sparkling with lust from my legs to your hands roaming wild under the tequila lights And we've nowhere to go- because I've been drinking so I don't have my car, and we're both broke,so we can't get a hotel room-- so we walk, faster than i usually can in these heels And the bench we find is in a park, next to a church. not really a park, it's an old cemetary and here is the chance for that idea of creation of life in the midst of death, of loss, rocking in clear view--halted, however, by the safety of latex. silly, scandalous story, shocking myself--dancing with caution, with a yawning, aching growling loss, because it's not you, not who I want you to be, not safe enough, not warm enough. and everyone saw us dancing, body to body in that little black d- 040811 what's it to you? who go blather from