Tap Dance
i woke to him
perched like some
ravenous beast above
my door, his pallid
bulk & sulking wings
skidding to the floor.
lights burned from
his eyes while
he hold of my ancient
indulgence, exposing
the verge of a
chosen path
& some unfolding amoral
tap dance,
a coreographed
last chance
granting
me entrance to every
unseen world.
he smiled as i twirled,
stepping into the fire.
plucking his lyre, hoofs
clip-clapping to the beat
of me melting into the heat.
Copyright © David Glines | Year Posted 2005
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