I said dance -




I meant the noun



you took the verb
(of course)

and you danced it
you moved


and that was -

not a word


but you

breathing



allowing
embracing
touching the space

around you

being the space around you


and a spoonfull of the moment's ebb and flow
of the stuff that is time


changing course



hit my senses with a beauty almost too small
for a word



of the moment
a fleeting beauty
I once tried to capture in text

and failed

because the words
wouldn't




move.

morning after

counting what if's -


do you remember what I said



(you are every face I saw

every cloud
and every tree)


little escapes from reality

one walking away with someone else

another drifting away
in the memory of a fire

the smell of another's lips
somewhere in your dreams


vanishing into an echo of a kiss



and the sound of flames
dying

of voices in the rain
(to feel the drops on your forehead -

to feel

last night's echoes


the bygone art
of waking up)