Thursday, February 04, 2016

love comes dancing ...


love comes dancing ...

love comes dancing from the stars
        in slippers of golden light
          and hovers nearby
            and builds a garden with vines

that wind around the lovers
        in the bed

            these are the ones –
                the ones you watch and admire
            ghosts of your past
                strangers from strange lands
                    with sunburnt faces and calloused hands
                          and accusing eyes

because
          you are the one alone
              the sole survivor of the kidnapping
                    and a hundred million murders

you
          you are the one with hands dancing across your skin
              catching a blemish here and an old wound there
                  searching for love’s moment
                      sudden and direct
                          there and there and then gone
 









 








 
 


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