February 8, 2021
in the late afternoon sunlight
bodies were glinting, shone stardust,
gold for a moment
sweat clung to their skin and muscles convalesced
a halo of arcs and lines
a graceful sort of fierce deliverance
they extended and stretched and performed
and they were all lost in their movement,
souls under souls,
as everything else faded away
until the song ended
and they were back in the studio,
lungs aching and hearts beating
and the clock hit the hour
and they poured out of the room of their haven
feeling lighter
and warmer
and stronger.
YOU ARE READING
the moonlit side of reality (a poetry collection)
PoetrySometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.
