and in a hazy turquoise stare, she sighed heavily…waiting as she lifted dusted blinds. her ancient eyes ablaze…blue-green fires burning to a hidden rhythm only she could hear…and she danced. her feet, carrying microscopic jewels in sand wedged between toes…her white skirt flowing upwards as she continued spinning…spinning as if she was herself the music and as if she controlled time…foolish time dripping into a desert, evaporating before it could leave a trace. moments come and go but this moment stays and then a hand slowing her down…and another bringing her to a complete stop. foreheads touching, beads of sweat mixing into a heated aphrodisiac…and then he said it, “dance with me.” her rhythm swept into his and their music rang through a shattered universe.
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do i regret sacrificing my queen?
who, that ‘ol bird?
the one who’s been standing idle in same square for a century?
’bout time i pulled up her skirt and exposed her
let her get her feet wet while dancing in shallow end of a lake
while listening to sad songs about connections
she was tired, after all,
from years of hiding behind pawns in life’s treacherous chess-affair of the heart
last night, your face meeting mine from across an ocean
did i drink absinthe?
did moon fall from space creating a swirling rainbow in earth’s night sky,
faded colors against a bright black starry tapestry?
were there green and purple butterfly wings trapped inside my eyelids?
was i floating in a smile, not mine?
did i wear ice skates and skate on a thin placid sheet in a nebula?
and did i, by command of cosmos, continue falling slowly into your quantum?
she will love you like a dripping violet daisy aches to dance in eastern wind
she will open her battle-wounded petals
she will allow you to comfort her
and she will close petals around you, making herself your home
in brown eye’s locked stare, stealing blue-green eyes
i want to die
and birth a new and better me
where you and i are suspended as lovers in a sunbeam
not him, not yesterday
no one who i waved goodbye to
no one who doesn’t remember my taste
it’s you, today
wherever you are
not the end
because i’m not with you –
my imperfectly new anchor
i’m here, sailing rough seas
smiling bright and luminously
but underneath tailed up ends of poetry-laced lips
i’m screaming and licking my own salty tears for nourishment
no one sees
and you’re home,
you, blind to what we’ve done,
not me, aware and cracked open
hoping to heal, hoping for my anchor
wherever you may be