February 14, Dancing

a single lover
dancing alone
on a dance floor full of people
grace and dignity

like the pharaoh’s of old.


January 22, Anna

she does not drink alcohol
tastes like dancing
with her voice
with her sounds
reminds me of cotton leaves
the stuff they make bed sheets out of
and I feel like I’m drowning
in her absence
because liking her is like breathing
I don’t have to think about it
I just do.