Your tiny slipperstread the dusklike satin cat pawsleaving only faintfootsteps of longing.
I used to dance in the fire,Reveling in the flames licking my skinAs the staccato crackle set a calypso tempo hard to beat.
I open my arms and you open yours;we dance a dance to discover whothe host and guest are, only to findeach other standing…
Move to the energyof love which balancesthe chaos of existence.
I remember it started with suicide-or at least that was the beginning, suicide. I was there in the room when it happened, standing…