dance
Do not look at me with love,
its placeable gestures.
Stand quietly by the window
where light unstoppers shadow,
the most liquid part of you.
It is mystery I desire,
the possibilities in silence.
Turn your back, its blankness
over. So much stillness
in the room, we are drawn
to peace. Every movement arisen
from this ending of questions.
If you are going to touch me
let me ease into its surprise
like the first weight of moisture
when air becomes rain. Then
let me drown slowly, astonished
at the tug of water.
11 October 2001 17:10 hours
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