The Final Dance


But then you never returned.
And something orphan slipped from my cheek,
A naked dance
full of black solemn love,
round and so full
of evening stars
sitting and sewing a song so pure unheard before
You never came,
so I announced my happy song
emancipating from the almond-shaped walls.
One such wall sits above my slender nostrils.
And then, I revolved & twitched like the galaxy.
a stain stuck to my dress of love.

Look at me,
goddess of rivers and hallucinations.
I create art with my this eternal sea.
A dance I perform today,
with a hiccupping sigh,
transmission lines pressed between my palms.
I am the goddess of Dance.


 

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