I watch a lady dance and hear the beads in her hair patter upon her bony chest.
I often think about kissing you
Her smile is wide like a crescent moon.
I wonder what your back would feel like against my palms
Her silhouette swims out in front of her,
I think about your hands on my thighs
circling endlessly like leaves over departed souls,
I want to bite your lip
soaring up and down; gloomy.
And just lie there naked with you
Her arms flick against it, tangled webs spinning.
Tell me everything you hate about the world
She moves like a dying flower caught in the wind.
Sometimes at night I think I can feel you
She snaps and decays against the cool misty air.
I roll over and you're not there
They are like fleeting clouds,
Just a wide area of emptiness
and I was their moon.
*alone.