mon cygne noire

now ... dance for me … 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 charged 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 transcendent, 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 sullen spirit - that brings all that is demoness to your passion, and all that is angelic to your erotic ire ... spellbound by sway, I plummet into your soft shadow letting your ebon wings surround my delirium ... an aphotic interplay of souls - a forbidden allurement of fierce, fluid figures … a carnal and concupiscent 'pas-de-deux' … of fury … yes - for my purgatory’s sake - spin … soar … seduce … and dance for me ... now. Copyright © 2018 Gregory Richard Barden ( photographic art by Laura Row taken from public domain files at Flickr / Picasa )