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midnight waltz

April 16, 2018

When the stars are splattered across the sky
and the sheets sway like specters with the rhythm of my ceiling fan
I will open my eyes.

My window will open its mouth in a gaping y a w n
and it will invite me into the inky blackness
and i will fall,
but not far-
my feet are waiting to touch down on
the dewy green carpet.

Your face
masked with moonbeams,
you will stand against a street sign
that catches the quiet glimmer of the night.

You will meet me in the middle
and we are invisible
to the scavengers, the black-ringed thieves.
we will not halt the hush of the cars that pass
careful not to break the spell of twilight.

Instead, you will look me in the eyes
and you will take my hand.
yours is cold;
it is not real.

I will ask you about your hometown
and you will not reply
because there and then, that will not matter.
With your free hand you will point to Venus
and tell me that she is nothing compared to my eyes.
mine are hazel, but Venus burns orange, so i'll laugh. 

Then you will place your hand on the small of my back
and we will step in time
and we will dance:
one-and-two-and-three-
Our music will be the summer breeze
that warms us by day
and chills us by night,
the thrum of the ghostly cars,
the lonesome crickets that cry out
when the sun has gone to bed.

you will dip me low
so my hair sweeps the sidewalk
and the hem of my nightgown brushes my skin.
Then you will pull me up
and i will catch your gaze
for the first time-
your eyes like hickory,
rich as the soil,
but soft as swirls of brown sugar.

I will ask you again-
Why and how have you come
and at this hour?

i will ask until you come undone.

The music will ebb and flow
until it reaches a boiling point
and your eyes will set themselves alight.
Then I will realize
I have not danced with you-
only stardust and fireflies
and the remnants of evening.

And dawn will break-
and I will shatter with it
because you have disappeared
and you are no more than a memory.

Across an emerald ocean,
somewhere in the heart of a restless city
where the houses wear uniforms,
you have forgotten me.

So what i wouldn't give
for another midnight waltz
bathed in shadow and wonder,
even if it will burst like a balloon
when sun streams through my curtains,
leaving me with pieces
of a dream.




 

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