The floor is waxed
Time is now dust
We dance
I hold her body close to mine admiring the smell of vermillion wine
Her bones unsubstantial and limp while I lose all control
We circle the stage returning from where we both emerged
crushing our fingers tight while we dance the wooden floor
Her body still lose and delicate in my hands
I waltzed her through the dance while she remained stiff and uncertain
Soon enough her passion shines through red
Her twirls become violent and intense
I jerk her body some more to keep up with her fiery dance
Taking me on a blazing journey circling the stage
No longer subdued and flat, she attacks me brutally
crushing our hands in a intense tango she calls gentle
I was loyal and yet distraught
She became turbulent like the wind
She strived for something more while her hands reached to the ceiling while I held her high
High enough to touch the beaming lights above us
Faltering near the end of our painful song that out stood us
Her jerks pushing me away from our act
I hold on tighter to her because soon my feet would transfix
She is rough as man and brutal as woman
almost a tran-sex of something beautiful and vividly exquisite
She now
Lets me fall
I hit the floor silently...
head down and body cavorted into nothingness
She dances away to another..
who whisked her away into a a bolivian of darkness in which she calls hate
My bone is torn
I look up to see her glide to me like a creature from the heavens circling around my broken body
She knows soon, I will die..still she does not help me up
She dances the way I showed her and explores the confined place in where I lay
She plays me like a harp, string by string, pulling my heart like quills on a sing..
-ing bird...
Dying at the foot of her once close partner
She stabs me in chest
So I can look in her eyes and see it
The affliction is like no other, the pain is unbearable
She dances away
into the darkness
of her own..
line..
Tortured and tormented I die
Hearing the grand piano
playing that last key..
ever so softly
by Tia
That's beautiful. Lol it's been a long time since I've written poetry.
ReplyDeleteI like the words you chose for this, it's very illustrative.