6/30/06

Dance with me
will you
dress me like a gypsy
with a rose or a knife
held in my teeth
take me to an edge
a ledge
a cliff watching over
a wild and raging sea

I’ll run
mad and desperate and blind
stumbling over rocks erupting
through the moors
just until I stand near enough
to let the flower
or weapon fall
because you breathe
there’s a light behind your windows

I will fall there
rain soaked and spent
until you lift me up
offer your hand
and in dulcet tones inquire
whether you might have
this dance

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I’ll say it’s late
why not
it’s sort of true
now it’s dark anyway
it’s okay
all of it
my eyes have a will of their own
wet from dark knowledge
special case

When you wish
do it on a star
as I train myself in silence
remembering the nature of my pilgrimage
breathing in my spirit’s core

Away with me
for now and for then
away