This was the first time...
Thirty minutes on the dot,
The last of an ellipsis that spanned a single twirl
So delightfully careless and blurred in the darkness.
You walked me through every step,
Carefully dancing between fallen leaves
Keeping every blow above the knees,
And all that is fair game. Simple.
A little speckle, a little grain,
What was forgotten and remembered all the same
Was now pressed tightly against my cheekbone.
And with its release, it would fade to black,
And gravity would make its reconciliations,
But just for a moment, it was the moment:
An imprint on my hand that stuck like the winter
And the no good strength to make it considered.