Covered Window Pane
You are all wet.
The rain in marble
sized drops falls
from your rain hat.
I see the clear blue of your
eyes watching
through the night. My candle lamp, dim
flickers, burns
holds my face, holds it
firm. My brown eyes
hurt with fire burning
burning long night hours the rain can't drown
flames
your face
watching me
as if you were really there.
I dance alone in dark shadows,
naked as the clean night
when ocean air circled, blowing
fine sands around my ankles.
I dance when the moon is full, my
black hair covering my nipples
like the night we danced beach
sand, coquina shells into the sea,
sea miles into time--time you swallowed
like the yellow eyes of a hungry wolf swallowing far-off mountains.
I dance while wild winds blow my black
hair into storm clouds, tasting
salt on your body.
My nipples sting, swell.
You are alive in me dancing
clouds and craters.
I dance with you in far-off
mountain shadows.
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