As They Danced Incognito

As They Danced Incognito From where I sat that night in 1971, I could see in the distance south LA, Lit up like grounded stars in black mud; As a rude wind brushed up against me, I saw you wearing navy blue with black shoes. You were at the Roxy with my best friend. Making out in the back row with popcorn and ice. Tears of rage filled the ego ducts for two dark hours. Then Broten visited, sitting distant under crushed stars, My young earth, shattered in haphazard fragments, You flitted like a engorged fly away from me, and us, Your silent watchings and downward betrayals then, Killed whatever love-embraces connecting our moving souls, Our bodies, always lying clenched and breathing in a tangle, your Milk chocolate cupcakes set before me in the naked candlelight, With salty, salivating tongue-lickings bringing you to rise in my arms. We lay with spent emotions in the dark room with doors closed. Now we exit the bricks and the mortar to spy on the seven sisters, As they dance above incognito in the cold firmament of trackless time. “I wish someday to go to sleep and not wake up in the morning.”