February 10, 2017

A L E T H E A


the last coiling
came tenderly

imperceptible
breaths

slow dancing
around words
like vines

i forgot my namesake
drunken sinking with your 

eyes
on me

i should have remembered
verity


though how can one know
how muddled these things
go

we're light trapped in a cage
locked by ourselves
tricky sticky shadows
fools

i need a spell
a potion

to place you among
hardly remembered
once enamoured
curios

in the amber light
some nights
i
dance alone
slow beating drums
mournful spheres

snaking spine
hips
descend