Do you ever find the feeling...

...that you might just melt, or ignite, steam or sway your way into your next chapter.

It might be surreptitiously beautiful
uncanny
or
serene

standing on a fine pink fracture
between fear and opaque j o y


Joy so thick
you cannot see through it.
It stains your imagination, with every colour.
It slips down your throat like thick cocoa,
warm, buttery
lip smearing.

Tonight I am happy - with more than a little help from my friends, and the feverishly lovely blue sky with it's partnered warmth cradling the last two days.

My nose slightly more freckled, my eyes tired and soft lined.
I am imagining a dance, with you. A dance that goes on and on through endless mingling streams of beat.
The beat asks for nothing more
than our invitation to accept

take to the floor
the night
the smile
that you might wear
as you pull me in and out, strong, tight, and tiger light.

I will be bent backwards, supple, supported by your strong arms and back and eyes.

You will circle my waist, I will circle your neck, your wrists
in bright painterly swathes
of lilac hip, forest green and volcanic reds.

Maybe you will take me to your room
for tea
as the beat pumps on
inside our shoes
and beyond
into some morning chink
in a curtain

I am yet to open.
In a room I am yet to walk into.

Into a dance I am on the cusp
of careering into.



{I am holding you up to the light. I am taking out my magnifying heart, reading your fine print}.