Just getting warmed up

Sunday night and the way things flow it's hours before we get bored. I can’t lie Ms. LadyGlow, you attract me like no other; it’s our chance at something special. But you are shy and I’m an unpredictable loon, so they say. Wrong. Oh that's wrong. Don’t take quirks for a lack of interest; don’t fall for the directness of a common thug. Transparency and tallness have their drawbacks. Don't listen to the echo of your DNA desires – it’s time you understood where evolution ought to go. You and I have a future. We could have rhythm to topple all those arthritic drones. I like the flutter of your dress, the touch of the fabric, rose-print on silk, and I’m glad you avoid glitter, it’s so adolescent. This first number’s fast and made for flirting. Leonard Cohen had to wait for his miracle, but I’m witnessing one right in front of me. Your shoes don’t move like an Earthling’s shoes. Which planet gave you gravity, floating in a circle like Saturn’s rings? I can’t tell your skin under this light; it's dark chocolate or whip cream or olive with spice. I dance slow at the start but think fast on my feet, I whisper in your ear at a thousand miles an hour – so who needs to shout. I slicked my hair in the bathroom and now I’ve got my A-game out. Let’s be honest, I dance because I like it when you like it. And I like us alone in a crowd. I dance on a mission, and every melody is a mission statement, varies by tempo, buttered with bass. So how much medicine – how many sentences - have I got to tame to make you heel?