Go on, dance with me now.
Your hands ticking away time like a drumbeat,
your radius hitting the table
with a knock
on every door that has my heart hidden
somewhere between dreams. This orange
October sky, your laugh like an earth
losing its spin, axis alias to your tongue.
Forget me now then, we were never a race-
track
burnt asphalt into your name, I was only
a ship with a suicidal anchor,
crashing turntables like the surface of the sea,
our song stuck now in the echoes
of the Atlantic.