24 Oct

She swirls and dances and falls to the floor

Beauty you had never envisioned before

Drunken, stammering you offer a hand

She follows your eyes and takes a stand

Swaying together to the sound of the hall

Is it music, lust, or nothing at all

And so you stagger, trip, land on the chair

Pulling her down, resting her there

Soft as feathers, fragile as ice

Every breath tasting life

Fall in slumber and straight to dream

Angels and mists, petals and streams

One eye rises and she has gone

You run out to the garden and fall to the lawn

The dew on the grass, did she melt away?

Run, twisting, faltered, strayed

And you feel the cold

Feel so old

And wish none of this happened at all.

1 Comment

Posted by on October 24, 2011 in fiction, Literature, poem, poetry


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One response to “Sway

  1. Randall

    October 24, 2011 at 4:37 pm

    Mysterious and beautifully done.


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