The Dance
as nighttide settles
like calm seas
her backdrop
becomes your stage
old thoughts
sneak
like shadows
against mind's walls
i spin beneath
demonic haunts
as your words
fall
rage-red
winded fury
on burial grounds
already full
of little deaths
i gasp
through short breaths
and utter your name
as etched
on each stone
soaked
with morning
i rise
and remember
this dance
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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