Languid mandala of the ceiling fan

moving air like a slow stroking hand

music drifts in like the embassy

of afternoons sullen sensuality

i wanna dance with you



African voices in an opium dream

magenta waves on a sea of bluegreen

i wanna dance with you til the sky gets clear

dance til the calluses fall off my ears

i wanna dance with you



Hours get shorter as the days go by

you never get to stop and open your eyes

trouble with the nation, trouble with the relations

where you gonna go for some illumination?

i wanna dance with you