When the music plays,
and your body sways,
let my arms hold you,
and my body spoons you.
We’ll sashay to our own beat
and let the town fall at our feet.
As the demons fall from grace,
this remains our special place.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Spring break is here.
Nothing to fear.
The hotels sit empty.
The Dead party plenty.
THE DEAD GAME
Flowering tower.
Spring is in the air.
I feel the sun on my face.
I can smell the pie baking.
I hear the birds chirping.
I can even taste the warm
and salty air.
Bring it on.
I’m ready.
