TheFeatheredSleep – A dance
Your soft hair
grace
beneath the moon
I imagine us
light limbed
piano hearted
slipping from key to key
hands on my face
tracing soft accompaniment
I lead you onto oak floor
dancing beneath wax
and French 75 on your breath
moving to a hum
the internal dream
your arms curled around my waist
close your eyes
see ancestors walk
silver hammered
your mouth crushing mine
the oval and the heart
echoing across sound
no barrier
the unraveling trip of clothes
pressing against skin
somewhere ivory music slows
candles burn out
we can smell in the dark
hear the sound
of our mutual breath
as you gather me
as I lean and become
desired