Dark Wings

Dance for me now ... Eyes of polished onyx pierce me like the keen edge of a scalpel, deftly wielded ... The blood of my black heart flowing in and around you, warm and welcomed to your wings and wants ... The aspiration of our spirits - air between us as still as ruin, while the world spins outward, ever, a cacophony of color ... Calm coalescence in a realm of chaos, airborne and harmonious, sublime, if only ephemeral - if only once ... I am your vessel, awaiting, I am your barre, to stretch and strain upon, I am the adoration in your hush, and the dark feathers of your plume ... I am rapt in awe by such immaculate and lithe form, destroyed wholly by the feral, flawless grace of your movements ... I am devoured by the ferocity and exquisite finish of your line and flow 'en fouette' ... It is the anger and complete abandon in your expression that at once terrifies me and slays my spirit ... That brings all that is demoness to your passion, and all that is angelic to your erotic ire ... Spellbound by the dance, I plummet into your shadow, and let your black wings surround my delirium ... An aphotic interplay of souls, a forbidden allurement of figures, a carnal and concupiscent 'pas de deux' of fury ... Dance with me ... Now. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Contest Number 360" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Obsession" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor. ( N/A'd on 2/28/20 in the "Free Verse On Love" Poetry Contest )