A seraphim on the dancefloor
In my dreams the wind shows a glad hand
But when I awake I am disappointed
Realizing this azure sky
Has rolled down the other billow
And I am prostrate in this room
Versions of you before my face
In cloudless climes and dusty floors
I see my demons; all red-eyed ablaze
Paralyzed; as what my lips
Will at given moment speak
So I keep silent, I am no fool
Mama never raised one
I saw your twin in my grasp
And yet did nothing
Only sputtered; which is all
Us ghost-people are capable of
Droning on in circles
She was a vision
Caressing my forearm
Like a lightning bolt
To my cerebellum
Turning the cold off
And the hot on
Loving the feeling
Wishing to keep hold of anything
But it all disappeared amongst
The dance floor; You spun me like webs
I retreated in the crowd
Hoping for your smile-like arms
To glad mine again
My conscience is tied
To your ocean eyes
That gasped at sewn slippers
You adorned
As for your dress, it swung me
In ecstasy, bleeding the black
From my eyes that I saw
But it’s all bleary
As my eyes focus
To gentle trees that sway
And quiet streets before me
I fade among my veins
That boil at your image
I fold a knee to this night
Because graves hear all
Chamber walls I cave in to
A bed lined with memories
That I coddle
As I wish through the ages
A slender pair of arms
Was holding my tonight
