SLOW DANCE

Perhaps it's because I never went to the promI want to slow dance you in the creases of my palm

Feel the memory of pulse points It beats smooth in vertebrae calling...A two step lover
Bliss looks like your smile in kin just before the ebb of lips bring nerves to halt
Romance me beneath your thumb
lull my lids to close blues to brown
to linger in this traces of nights air
to sip sublet winds next to waiting

This constant day dream is in melody
a broken note of reality that I will play for your ear
Listen
my thoughts sound like your impulses to move
freely bring forth the rhythm hiding behind your intentions

Creep ever so meek under the shameful blush of yes
The greed is raged silence needing

Pressure
like pixies fondling the tiny hairs on your skin
they know me all too well
stimulating nomadic souls to greet
here in this back and forth of this sway

Sometimes I think you to great to be touched
a fool in confident clothing
a question bolstering through my chest
before the end of this proximity...
...would you like to slow dance with me
Knickie D. © 2009