dance (with me).

all winter, their bodies of yoke
the apple blossoms, like a child,
waking into the sun; I see the sienna
rise in the kangkung flowers
of your hair,

the immobile, the henna; and archaic sands
in blue fibers of fields,
as the moon-eyed dreamers,
you and I—we’re in anamnesis of the womb,
our cerise,

skins to the lemon moon
and velvet landscapes in the dam of the flower
/ latticework /
and cosmic oceans
in baby’s breath, how can we see the sherry midnight
while the petals watch nakedly?
and we’re dreaming of a winter pigment
in the kintsugi ocean waves
aureate from light,
we dance; the moon is bare,
shelved for us in the egg rocks,
fragmented in lychee, dark stars
a ribcaged daughter of the earth,

as poetry sinks into my bones and bloodstream,
you still dance under the moon
with me.

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Written for the MTB dVerse prompt. I chose the option of writing poetry inspired by Louise Glück.

As well, this poem utilizes no themes or concepts of death and darkness. Kate challenged me to write a light poem, so I kept that in mind throughout the writing process. I think this should do. Hopefully.