come dance with me

Come Dance With Me

 

Come dance with me in your long black coat

O' city cowboy of the dark

 of tar & black & hope & dark

I'll carry your music on my back

& wedge in angles past the dusk

and be transparent where a touch

is for closed eyes & nothingness

Around the stools of seated hearts

again & again an arm will drop

Fine figured strangers, everyone

with fresh Spring mouths & lethal guns

The words are all too low to hear

I carry your music in my hands

I search for you in mirrored walls

& try to keep your voice afloat

You sing a song across the room

an echo blonde sings back to you

with every word a man might like

with shrewd appraisal of your heart

I put my hands across your eyes

but you are staring mesmerized

and all the clean love that you meant

to give in faith & sacrament,

becomes the stained cloth from the bar

they use to wipe the tables clear. 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

It's witty with an edge. The narrative flows wonderfully, perfectly, and the images--e.g."fresh Spring mouths & lethal guns", the full load of the four final lines-- are expert and freshly drawn. A wonderful, wonderful piece.