I am haunted by dreams.
By the memory of your eyes, in the sunlight through
snow.
Color shifting iris.
Who’s to know what’s real?
The memory of your hand grazing my waist.
I’m wearing a dress you’ve never seen; you’d love it on your
bird.
Nothing is sure, but the joy is constant.
The joy as great as the fear as great as the anger as great
as the questions as great as the love.
Do I know you?
In songs we shared like secrets on pillows. Trying to find peace.
But disinfecting a wound hurts.
And running makes us strong.
I dance to wring you from my mind.
My soul.
From every place you’ve touched.
Fire that won’t be put out by my tears.
Your shade won’t leave.
Dreams, weaving and twisted.
Wrapping around me without actually touching.
Cold breeze brushing my waist.
Drawing me in; leaving me blank.
Do I know you?
Dance.
