One day, I will find you…
But tonight I lay, head nested in the crunch of dying leaves,
Pointed towards the sky
The signal I want you to see.
The influence of a different aural song,
As lyrical tongues flick my ears,
The magickal presence of sound sweeping
A staved hand against the curve of my shoulders, and hips.
It feels like prophecy;
That realization you have when you dream,
That unnumbered sense that screams
“This will happen one day.”
Out in space a satellite floats,
That Moon of mine,
And wrongness fills logic,
As I swirl my lips into a name,
At first a whisper,
And then a scream, building
I conjure a future of impossibility,
Choreographing lovers movements to this new song.
A dreamer dreams, she never dies…
You are my Card 15,
That devilish and damning obsession I need for self-expression.
The dancer I will cast for every ballet from here on out.
The idea that I feel in love with,
That I’d gladly drown myself in;
An ocean fills my lungs, absence of salty taste,
Bubbles escaping my mouth like smoke,
Popping into stars, constellations.
I don’t want to swim to the surface;
Instead I’ll inhale, and dance.
Someday, you will find me caught beneath this landslide,
And I will find you in the champagne supernova in the sky.