Sweet romantic raindrops held out their hands
For my memories and heart splashes.
But I’ve already paid for the month,
I brought my warm sweater;
I’ve come for the show.
Two ladies danced into the night,
Slow waltzes around and around
As I sketched out the scene with dirty charcoal.
Hands in the air and sing out the song,
Pale spotlight in a smokey saloon.
I’m losing track of what I once thought.
Short strings of innocence have begun to clot
Like some tumultuous rukus house
On a Thursday night stagette.
Holy Aurora.
I’ve left home to dance, and I don’t feel any different;
I’m undone in my head and I can’t sing anymore,
So please god, open the sky to me,
Open and bring me sweetly on home
In the coming’s I’m getting,
And I don’t feel it anymore.
I lifted my eyes and squinted at the distance
Speculating on a mirage, intending to drift.
[Lost words have a tendency to echo
When moments find thee alone, lonely.]
I kick the dust. I follow an eagle trace a long line
About my imagination and wave at it motionless.
This is my breakout. This is my manhood.
I am the angel that washed out to Washington.
[I remember there was an arm that touched.
I looked and a few moments passed before I came to.]
Just like my whirlwind that had brought me to here
I sheltered the locals as I spread my arms and screamed like hell.
To arrows and sparks and roaring engines
Lifting an essence, an indescribable valor.
To sky that lifts my dream and spins my fear,
Pushing endless possibility into the cuff of my presence.
Into a distance that dances with a wavering expression,
Upon a transformation defined by these.
A night sky that dances from star to star,
That takes my hand down darker paths,
Down the aisle of no-regrets that hover
Close to cavernous regions of no-ones soul.
A night sky that silhouettes ancient trees
Reflecting what little ambiance echoes out
From unsuspectingly glowing eyes.
A night sky that answers my little questions,
Dangerously scattering edges of hidden thoughts
That crawl to me naked [just like a lover].
A night sky that blinks when I blink,
Slowly remembering the far away feeling
That covers patterns and kaleidoscopes
And fills up my dreaming with geometric simplicity.
A night sky that lets our universe open
Into ten-thousand tiny little flashes
Of infinite brilliance, infinite suggestions
Of which tip-toe lightly to the tune of tranquil.
Pearls fell out my pocket today
As I shook from head to toe.
No, it was not a dance of
Twenty-some toes,
But a fury so deep
It saturated my own regret.
I laid there as they rolled about
Uneven floorboards.
Face to floor;
Face to roof.
I was uncomfortable
And still aloof.
So the moon blinked and I saw what I had been waiting to see.
Like sweet flowers and long grass setting in the warm summer’s afternoon sun;
I saw that windows were figurative,
That Angels were literal,
That icons were forgotten memorizations,
And that caveats were the peaks and troughs of her supple skin
My hands caressed so.
My hands caressed so.
My hands caressed like wild winds flirting giant oaks
Drawing shadows as elixir cursed through my thoughts.
Here it danced amongst and on.
Where I thought I had begun, and knew I had rolled back to.
So I swam – figuratively – and saw what I had been waiting to see.
What does it take to love you?
What does it mean to hold your heart?
Like a delicate silk perfectly folded
Into five evenly spaced sides
Without creases.
What kind of fingers dance, prance
About sticky honey-buckles?
Long strands of hair into the deepness of my soul.
For forever was a long drive
Straight West into sunset’s romantic heart.
What kind of foot pierces clear waters of a hidden brook?
What does the water taste like
After it drips off your tentative toes
Recoiling into giggles, riddling squirrels
Into silence.
Like it already has
I am on my ride
Through world by night
Where I glide, glide, glide
Spinning and whirring
And fabrics of gravity
Dancing, her fingers
Delicate to my touch
Sweet sips of laughter
Delightfully close
Who art thou?
Nay, why art thou not nearer
To the street
Brightly aglow
Feelings of danger
Renewed sense of triumph
Can you not hold me?
Ah-hah! There’s passion!
There is the fire,
Trust thrust from within
And by the midnight hour
Sweet sounds through darkness
Ecstatic dance, dance, dance
My fingers hold bliss
To my greedy eyes
Linked with your greedy urges
To your greedy eyes
Pulled by my greedy love
To a galactical quadrant
An octahedral ecstasy
Linking of energies
Indulged in pure essence; avail to no end
I could date your exposed breast
Swim along the raw curve of your crest
Dance nimbly with the lightness in your toes
Forever fight away your foe
I could climb the arc up to your neck
Delightfully covering with sensual pecks
Draw circles in a downward spiral
Delight upon your navel
I could fall beneath your back
Hands held lightly in their attack
Your shoulder blades holding my thumb
Down the center towards your bumb
I could live in here forever
A desire exploding like fever
Setting in to depths untold
Light spaces behind me unfold
A bloom
Expanding and compressing
On sun lit impressions
Gorging it’s way forth
Through a timeless dance
Silently mirrored by lonely sisters
Holding hands with twigs
An attached lifeline
Until the dance has ended
Visitors have bowed out goodnight
And a hush settles
While shadows envelope
