We dance to endless music
sometimes floating as lightly as web strands,
as dust motes pirouetting in a beam of sun
Other times in pounding floorshaking
to match the drumming in our pulse.
Feet and crimson passion keep the time as
I reach out in your direction.
my perfect partner
my ebb and flow.
Bonefelt rhythms in faultless synchronicity,
we are flawless in our anticipation of the next steps;
a turn of the head
a secret smile
like beautiful markings India inked on a barn owl
Until I reach once more towards you
a bit further
and once again..
I pause to watch your face, searching for signs of the scorching
the blazing bond we share.
Your calm, familiar gaze
your deep eyes
reflect my ardor but you never move in
never move any closer.
The distance between us is exquisitely matched and timed
and a coldness swirls into the gap separating us
chill and lifeless as a satin drapery.
Like a bayonet of ice punched into my heart I realize you
Will only mimic my echoes
and follow my leading feet…
And I turn
heartsick and sorrowful
to begin the search,
A partner who will catch fire as I burn
who will sing the songs only I can hear and
fit our feet into that music
that endless music
that only our special twosome can create…
And I close the door sadly,
without a last glance,
leaving the room empty
and the cheap, crooked mirror
hanging dustily alone….