Dancing Swirl

Dancing Swirl



I knew your smile was there.

In thirty minutes
you found freedom
as you read my words

and I grinned
blushing in the cool air with quiet criticism.

You sanded tar from beneath your feet
and walked through
my flightless passages as if
you truly knew me;

and I liked that you saw this flame

a dancing swirl
of erotic energy
just waiting
for you
to caress its embers.

I knew the reality of it -

black words on white pages
time slipping between
provocative messages and daylight

but still, I wanted it.

I could be somewhat better
in those words,
where age didn't have lines
and curves were not

so round.