I will dance
And I will spin
Until the room blurs
And the lightless gaps
Between swaying bodies
Absorb my ache
And longing

I will twist
And I will wring
Dizzily releasing
Whatever still clings
To my depleting soul
And replace it with champagne

And I will dance

I’ve had this snowflake.

Something so delicate,
pure and unique,
resting upon my open palm.

Such preciousness,
I’d never want
to lose it to the passing gale
or the spiteful sun.

So I held it in a clench.
And I’ve held it like that
ever since.

In my fist,
forever it will live.

Never again
will I hold it
in an open hand.

Because I’m afraid.
I’m afraid if I did,
then I would know,
for sure that it had gone.

That it had melted
by the warmth
of my grip
and slipped away quietly
through my fingers,
and into the night.

Someday soon. Someday.
Whether it tomorrow
or an arrived day found forgotten.
It is no matter, really
since all's a matter of time.
Eventuality.
It'll become as the change became sprung.
Mentality. Focused - poised - neat
Formality. Deranged - losing - sleep
Obnoxious they'll be- prior incorrigibly
Looking lustfully at all w/out contempt.
Seeing life as new from out of hiding & wet.
Charmed by rolled nickels and dimes
How they're spent -or
Lost in the mouth of the girl's words
Alluring her scent.
Attracted to scenes that went amiss/past the fray.
Attractive to those who don't know as they say.