A dance like Javanaise

This dance of feet my love for some measure

of a song

This dance of drops on windows for a sigh

of blues

before it catches a breath of you.

 

This mad run of warmth my beloved

into green open fields

to find sunflowers

before the rain touches you

 

This dance of silence my love

In the bones of this poem

before smoke take its place.

Reviews

[Corset]

Your poems always speak to a part of me that understands the beauty of love can be so cruel,
yet it draws us to want it so badly even when we know its sting so intimately, gorgeous poem