Mellifluous Murmurs

Dancing In The Dark

Here, take my heart

it's dark, perhaps quite dirty and beaten with agony

...but

I think you'd actually like it.

Justify lies as you take it home

the trash can lies still and worthy on a corner

watch your step from across the concrete floor

keep that flesh of pump and vermilion blood in a cage

lavish it and pamper the spell cast upon it....

Flower the cage with lilies

because

I know it'll die tomorrow

it'll rot

smell

and dignify the odor to your nostrils

along with the hue and urge to laminate.

All I know is that even the nights are better

also when you're all out of love....

It's a harem to shine towards a code of silence

and a dialect of sense and touch

invisible and craving

lustful and the enchanting...

Chances are

even after leaving that door

the dark will watch me dance

I won't just be dancing in the dark

but with it.