Cynosure

9.The Yule Ball

Every one of your breaths

Is a soft stroke

To my cheek

Gone untouched

For years I lived

On this planet

Hairs on my nape

Stand on end

Perhaps in curiosity

At what your palm

Rubbing my back

Is doing to my belly

Or

In wonder

At what it is does

To my belly

My heart

Doing all sorts of funny things

In my chest

Going to take off any moment

Fating my rib cage vacant

As your fingers continue

To perform

A twirl on their own

On my shoulder

My legs

Accommodating yours

Move fluidly

Matching your steps

As you spiral me around

Coiling my waist

With your long arm

Flushed

With your entire being

An atom

Separates

Us

Eyelashes

Meet

Noses

Touch a chord

Hearts accelerate

Only to decelerate

Stops for a moment

In time

Stuck in the era

We fall

We fall

And

Fall

We dive deep

We swim

We are now wet

We look around

To find

Vacuum

Everywhere