Dancing

 

My desperate revenant,

Hand me your sword.

Sit down with me

And drink of the thick, red wine,

Syrup of unsuspecting sanity.

Calm your dark nerves

And throw the matchsticks from your frantic hands.

Stop your stressing.

Let my opiate seep into your handsome flesh.

I would wrap these, our uneven linens around you,

But I cannot rip you from me,

Cannot tear you from the lining of my heart.

Your proximity burns, saturating the humid space between Close

And Closer.

You live in me now,

Dancing in my dreams,

A waltz at once both gentle and furious,

Cavorting in alcoholic silence.

You dance with me in a field of mist and fire,

Pulling me along blind in rhythm to your maddening song.

Elegance, no.

Ecstasy? Barely,

Yet I keep swirling, keep twirling,

Always glancing, reaching,

Reaching for the door that brought me here,

And hoping that, God, just hoping it will take me back.

Reviews

[Destinee]

"Your proximity burns, saturating the humid space between Close And Closer." wow. you truly have a remarkable talent. Great Job!