What a Song May Be

1
Whispers echo through
Silence of a crowded room
Crisp drinks on every lip
We come together then move apart
The song controls us, moves us
2
Liquid hips and red lips
Magnetic eyes, never seeing
She moves through the world
Takes everything for granted
Men's desire
Pretty face, an empty shell
Never realizing her purpose
She does not care
3
Steady sound of
Feet meeting ground
Marching toward
Each other
Ourselves
Destroying everything
Build it up again