Stop.
You spin me so well, like a deejay turntable
or a wild disco ball
sparkling shiny fairy acid dreams.
Hot and cold and dark and bright
like laser strobes flashing
pulsating with the beat,
hot and balmy like the summer night.
Your courage, admirable
ballsy, like a teenage boy in war
your blue eyes stare at me, icy
white-hot senses.
