Medicinal

Medicinal

she dances in twist & turn

rounded moves into the curves

of arching wants

she moves with the rhythm of rainfall across glass

timpani on the windowpane accompanied by crackled logs

placed carefully in the hearth of sickly desires

she holds it together, the space you are a part of

eyes darting into soulflesh like lancing a thousand heartaches

pouring out all the bitterness of the left behind, the life alone

for the moment, the blend is into one

the pour is slow syrupy goodness

it might lie about tomorrow as it lies next  to love

only because it can't escape the moment

anymore than you can

with interlocking fingers

tangled up locks of hair

crisscrossed arms & legs

rocking back & forth

riding up & down

rolling round & round

writhing in & out

settling for nothing more than a cure

a medicinal allotment of precious joy

surging through the inner cosmos

doing all the lovely damage

on the inside

she takes up all she can bear

walks away from all the neglecting thoughts

takes her time in the other room

mingles with the other people

& you swear it was something that was taken away

from you before she came, now it has gone

as if she could leave with that which was never there

walking off into a distant music

to dance away from here

to dance away from you

& you say

let love lead me where it may