In Between - with Grace

Let’s turn the lights off, dance like lovers,
we have no eyes, but they who watch
show us how to touch.
Let us be your voyeurs to the living. Our
time to walk among the flesh, not wanting
to say our goodbyes, and yet some go mad
waiting in between…

illumination of wan silver
moves and moans flesh shivers
a sigh teetering into madness
ecstasy a string holding strong
from within the dance the phoenix
trembling hands touch diadems
breaking into exquisite agony
and multiple little deaths