The Dream

I dreamed that I was dancing In a sable gown That flowered darkness over my knees My shoes were laced In an intricate pattern Like ink on my pearly skin I remember Kohl-eyes Lips painted in dripping blood To conceal the scars And so I twirled Ready to be caught To be held my your comfortingly apathetic hands And released back to the empty floor I am surprised the blood did not spray us But it was just a dream And each time I turned You turned away And I could not see your face But maybe I did not look hard enough So drunken by movement You could have been the devil For all that I will know