"Skating On Porcelain"

“Skating On Porcelain”



Sometimes I like the way
the carpeting feels on bare feet.
Other times I walk barefoot in the parking lot
not caring if I get cut.

Outside, at night, the moon has a ring
and the constellations fight for ultimate supremacy.
To the right, a flickering light,
most likely a candle.
The flame dancing around.
It makes me think of you.

My flame.

Now I skate on porcelain anymore with you
looking down on me.
You and that delicious smile.
I circle 'round and 'round and 'round
trying to make a difference.
Trying to touch but I never do.

Wash me out.
Douse me with cold water.
Whatever,
just to get me down the drain.

I will not go barefoot anymore.
And now, when I look up at the moon
that fantastic ring is not there
but I still see a face.

Your face.

Circumstances say what they say
and sometimes they just say too much.


--msl2025