The Dancer
I’d like to offer you flowers
But there’s a chrysalis blood clot in my heart that needs blooming yet
I’d like to wear pointy metallic shoes and carry a light bulb in my throat
To have a weapon on every step I take and illuminate my words when I speak
Every look in your eyes is a dynamite placed in my basement
I know it’s there on the pillars, never knowing when exactly it will detonate
I feel zest with incredible humility when I see your straight brow ridge
If I could transmit skin electricity without touches, I would tear a bit of my skin off
And, as for now, offer it instead of flowers.
14.10.17
2017-12-29 21:12:10
4
0