• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 06
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Silk Dance

Red curl and gold
Tango, silken, across my back.

A thread comes loose from my stocking
I feel it snap against my skin and tear free
Screaming, it escapes on the wind.

I flit and curve, as in a vine light with flower
Creeping finite across cobblestone wall
Sincere in dandelion sunshine.

Silver catches in the corner of my eye
I stretch into biting air and
Vitalize with breath.