Saturday, July 13, 2013

Dancers

whisky slide
sip
rested
opening unfolding
patient lips
demonstration of
wait worthy
a longing dance
all night
but one girl
gentle
held
know
depth sought
held close and far from
sway upon and in
unhidden eyes
yet unexposed
the chests know
locked
thump  thump
quickening
softening
the hot moon melts resolve
lens
fog of night
dissipating
scented glass
emptied
Ursa's cup upended
as bodies seek