She'll walk around him
eyeing him
wanting him
He'll stand there
eyeing her
wanting her
They will stand behind the velvet
watching her
watching him
and each taking a step
like a furl of smoke
they smooth out the steps and
turn them into Silk
she moves like a scarf
from the midnight feilds
he is poised like a cat
weaving through her
soft moves with a
'purrr'
behind the velvet,
the girls are on clouds
of a sweet lullaby
the boys smoke their joints
puff puff pass
puff puff pass
slipping
into the abyss
of the music
she and he
fall through the floor
into the dusk
behind the
screen
they gasp and
turn
to ash
I like the rhythm to this Erica
ReplyDeleteI like the way you formatted this poem for starters.
ReplyDeleteI also like your choice of words, and the way you paint a scene with them