#tinydancerinyourhead

the sea is endless beyond our dreaming.

on my forehead, on my palms, lines of destiny pulsate fluid as waves. signals call and trace your undulation.

you slip, iridescent nebulous, through seascape. a soft grey-green shadow.

a tiny blip on the map I keep hidden in my heart.

i know how to find you.

hold me fast

touch me slowly

make it last

wrap me tightly

shadowed cast

dream me fondly

moment passed

sing me sweetly

stand me still

taste me warmly

swallowed chill

kiss me swiftly

pursue the kill

come back empty

short term

seeking captive solitude

formative years and

youthful

understanding

whether a passive shot

in the dark

or path to fervent light

undress my soul wholly

or remain a

i keep the answers tucked away

in poetry, behind lock and key

careful sentence, planned intention

below the murk and floundering

i pray you’ll take a step inside

break the code, lay me free

but as the words still number by

flagrant flowers bloom with fury

sun bathing and favoring the day

they watch from the window as i

dissolve into liquid form

slipping through wooden floors

puddling around your sneakers

muddying their brutal shine

i’ll never find solace in the solid

and you

breathe your poetry like oxygen

beyond depth and razor tongue

entangled web both lyrical

and catastrophic. tell me

where do you find the nerve

to choke me up in word

leave me noosed in the threads

of your inner world. continue on

in your journey and i will be here

impatiently ingesting your verse

until you revitalize this prying

slipping beyond the horizon

now speeding into territories

once founded in my name

thrashing about like a thirsty fish

swallow instincts and salt water

sting of a beckoning silhouette

collecting words like loose change

now the fragility of finding you

a most fortunate miscalculation

muse with the godly elaboration