Just a dance

The Forest in the Clouds Dream


Mistress stranger you dance
For bliss and danger and enchant
To collect my breath in your hands

Blurring and whirling what’s turgid and urgent
Like turbine propellers running from steam
In every recurring dream

Delusion of grandeur risked
If confusion is taken
In accepting the invitation to handle and stir bliss
Included in this handful of bits…

Is reserved
To be stirred through
Like verb-stew

Delusions I can handle
Clear the melon and overstand
What stands true

Holds a hand
A new spring ran
A growth to entangle
Emboldened animals

Well-trained but wild
Weathered with nature’s steamy bite
Making Beltane’s satyr’s seem mild
Every greater night

Devout to the ways of Horus
A scout through Athena’s forest
A mouth to devour the core of a trip

A scout to smell the lair of tomes
Reeeeeowr! as well to the pheromones
In the spells shared in secret chambers

Discretely framed in stranger’s poems

Hidden bits switch in quick
Like ribbon twists
Hips flicker to predict

What slips and delivers
A lair of links
Aware of the brink

Carving bridges from ink
Pardon the itch…
To overthink

A far thing
To soldier past the brink
Marvelling and winking

At the scars sprinkling
Invisible but indelible
Like the millions of cries
Unintelligible
Of dying stars no longer twinkling

And yet every blast you thus bring
Gets past blushing in gushing things
Like not fretting aghast
Getting past a starving Sphinx

Well to get past without being aghast
Grooving to stand sure
And delusions like confusion I can handle
Without stammering in the blur

It’s rarely a scout who’s asked
To track back in a blast
But Athena’s Forest

Brings more than this
When a roar is let go
To echo

Entering the very center
Core to bare
Of lore to share

So to greet from the chorus
And meet in the forest
A flow to blow windows everyway
Every firespray burns doors
Like waves everyday returning to shore

And show again, what I adore
On this forest floor
A chance to implore
I took this stance once before

One dance a night,
One glance to sets minds alight
So for one trance to adore
What’s your next dance, in store?