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Song and Dance

just you and I
dancing under
a bare bulb.
we had no radio,
so I sang to you
as we swayed
to the rhythm
of my voice

the lack
of furniture made
for a perfect
dance space.
clutter
was never
our thing.

your nose
brushed against
my neck and
you smiled

you never
smile anymore.

my song hummed
against your eardrum
your breath
tickled my senses

now
I sing
the same song
under the same bulb,
but
my dance
is with this
bottle.

you’re out
dancing, too,
with someone
who cannot sing
nearly
as well
as I can.

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Aviary

love is
a bird.
it floats
in the
sky
so gracefully.
you want,
so badly,
for it to
perch on your
shoulder.

love is
many birds
soaring and circling
high above your
head.
without a care
they fly,
or so
it would appear
by the look
of their dance.

some
you will
never
know.
some,
from time
to time,
will rest
on your
finger.

a great many
will perch
upon your
waiting shoulder
with tired wings,
fascinated
by its comfort,
but
you make
a sudden move
to gently
stroke its head
and it will
frantically
flutter away.

yet,
there are a few
who will
make you feel
as though you’ve
captured
beauty.
nestled with you,
they will coo
and
tell you
they will
never
fly away.

it will come
as a sudden
shock
when you feel
the stab
of its beak
digging
through your neck.
it is
your heart
it wants.
not for cherishing,
but
devouring.

so
you must
push it
away,
even when
the thought
of life
without it
kills
you.
but life with it
will kill you
faster.

your hand
shoves it
away
and you
return your gaze
to the sky,
hoping
for a bird
that is
a vegetarian.


Burning Doors

I’ve come to see that living this life
Comes complete with a revolving door
For folks to come and go as they please.
It’s the ones that linger inside for a while
The ones that we don’t want to see go
They gain a sense of power and influence
The longer they stay.

They stand in the lobby
Browsing through pamphlet literature
To see if they’d like anything about
The establishment.

They build up your hopes
That they may become a permanent fixture
Only to turn their curious smile into a disgusted frown
Wad up everything they know about you
Throw it away
And walk out.

The door keeps spinning after they’re long gone
And there’s nothing you can do to stop them.

For you are just the glass:

Frozen in place and broken far too easily.


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