Dance Hall Diem

Why not universe; why not make this the turning point

Why not given the pressure off, the time open

The percolation of what might be possible

In her mind to give a man consideration for all that he could be

We could be not like a weight of crushing the roots barely forming

But understanding what he has

That people like this are rare;

Like Pegasus unicorns streaking naked through the sky

He can write and spin and speak

None of that matters but in her recognition to let go

To release a body to ride not this wave of traditional laughing nudity

But in the emotional core baring ownership of where true bonding transpires

In the confines of heart beating at the tops of staircases

And passenger car seats staring into why she is scary

What she is willing to risk for love’s bud in these silences expounding

Why not universe; why not make this the turning point

I thrust my intention of hope into the sky like a star shower of seed

To have her doubts of this confidence come back into the sight of my blue eyes

To fissure the holding to see me like all that hoped in her frazzled awe

That life can be different in the canyons of ego admitting need

That this life is meant for someone to see so intimately

To let go of ghosts haunting costumes and mainstays

Hairdos and pathways like all these faces into the audience

Were walls waiting to be crumbled by her willingness to see a spiritual complement

As possible, not as formed, but as possible

Faith, faith like a tendril exposed from a woman’s heart

Wrapping her arteries like fingers daring to hold a beating divinity

Out there risking it all to be that new way alive