New Song, New Dance, New Life
The turn of the axis, like the turn of a chin. My life is on a swivel. Death is all around me but, it may not take me. It took her. They say dreams are a shadow of death. There is no light, no life in a shadow. Perhaps it is because those around me celebrate death as a caricature? A grayish image to be placed on display. Death is not always immediate. Sometimes, we carry it in our moments of pleasure. Our jubilant actions serenaded by whimsical debauchery, conducted by our flesh. This soiree eventually comes to a halt. At the point where your feet, your arms bounce but, we realize He are being pulled along. Then as our hearts open still in the arms of the former partner. We reach out to the Suitor, under the light. No gracious apologies, HE whisks you away to a place of life. Your strength and your life has increased. Our sure footedness has been acquired. Now, the attack comes at my most vulnerable state. I wander off to the allure of slumber. In the wee hours of the night I see, to