DANCER
7.19.19
“Like a moth to a flame”
hot wax and ice
we re magnets
have you ever tasted sunshine ?
its musk and salt
dancing on my palate
it soothes and caresses goosebumping
stumbling on words
“is it just me?”
fear running from a throat
tying vocal laces
im belly-up-doe-eyed waiting for a shoe to drop
how can fingers like mine search for collected
casually pressing palm lines together
damming the river to flood
“id like for you to give me a task”
how dare you bring me spring
water a soul