I remember you standing
in the full and easy living.
wearing, that night, your slightest frock
a conspiracy of breath.
that collected, around your body,
like the murmuration of tiny birds
a loose smothering
of soft luminous folds
smoldering like a dusky halo
the merest graze of weave.
a delicate trace of distance
that clouded the sound of flesh
the skirt fell like an ocean
or a breeze rippling the rain
onto the reach and flow of your limbs
Like an old unwritten story
from the dark earth and brimming sky
it whispered a forgotten language
in the rustle and sigh of dance
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
I remember you standing
in the full and easy living.
wearing, that night, your slightest frock
a conspiracy of breath.
that collected, around your body,
like the murmuration of tiny birds
a loose smothering
of soft luminous folds
smoldering like a dusky halo
the merest graze of weave.
a delicate trace of distance
that clouded the sound of flesh
the skirt fell like an ocean
or a breeze rippling the rain
onto the reach and flow of your limbs
Like an old unwritten story
from the dark earth and brimming sky
it whispered a forgotten language
in the rustle and sigh of dance
