(no subject)
what is it, to promise
the leaving of broken
tides and fingertips?
to lighten up on love,
and liquor, to dance in
an utter darkness of calm.
what is it of a woman,
the curve of her back away
in the string of the sun,
clever, clear, her eyes looking
in candles, flickering
in gusts, her hands held
against her chest, a patient
giving, a restless taking
of the quiet beats that move
her towards you, her hair a swarm
of fire, her lips kept in motion
by a final, tiny prayer.
the leaving of broken
tides and fingertips?
to lighten up on love,
and liquor, to dance in
an utter darkness of calm.
what is it of a woman,
the curve of her back away
in the string of the sun,
clever, clear, her eyes looking
in candles, flickering
in gusts, her hands held
against her chest, a patient
giving, a restless taking
of the quiet beats that move
her towards you, her hair a swarm
of fire, her lips kept in motion
by a final, tiny prayer.