Everyone in the room
Must have been deaf and blind
To miss
That quiet flutter –
Of three thousand bees listening to jazz –
That subtle shimmer –
Of two hundred golden sparks, shooting out of a dying fire and ON FIRE themselves –
That combustion in my heart –
Which made all those New Years and Fourth-of-July's seem like practice runs.
They probably thought I was dancing to the music –
What music? –
I was listening to your breath
And dancing to your touch –
*As if my skin receptors were piano keys and with each touch your fingers came up with another
note*
But then the music stopped –
I knew the song –
The fire died –
I felt so cold –
It was the 1st of January or the 5th of July or September or tomorrow –
I don’t remember.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Everyone in the room
Must have been deaf and blind
To miss
That quiet flutter –
Of three thousand bees listening to jazz –
That subtle shimmer –
Of two hundred golden sparks, shooting out of a dying fire and ON FIRE themselves –
That combustion in my heart –
Which made all those New Years and Fourth-of-July's seem like practice runs.
They probably thought I was dancing to the music –
What music? –
I was listening to your breath
And dancing to your touch –
*As if my skin receptors were piano keys and with each touch your fingers came up with another
note*
But then the music stopped –
I knew the song –
The fire died –
I felt so cold –
It was the 1st of January or the 5th of July or September or tomorrow –
I don’t remember.