Life Is A Dance
Updated: Feb 8
Life is a dance
She is not my god
The first to see me
In my bloody birthday suit
She saw a pink and blue primrose punk
That she could whisk away
Adjusting her dress
Like a facade she wore
With confidence
Dipped and draped with frost
Her touch was ice cold
On my red skin
As I screamed taking my first breath
Of fresh air
She tasted like peppermint
A candy cane hanging from
The tree of life
Thy Queendom come
Thy will be done once satisfied
By the sacrifice
I surrender to no one
Life is not my master
I choose who I become
So we learn the language
Of compromise
Her erotic tongue an elixir
To stir up my feelings as I'm healing
From the wounds inflicted by
Radioactive audio
There were no angels in that city
Only corpses
She gripped my hand
Led me to the center of the floor
Hand on chest, sliced with scalpel and scorn
Cut away skin and tissue, pulled out my heart
Polished it with spit and the salt of my tears
Until it gleamed like an emerald
Tapped it to test that it was as solid as gold
Then hung it from the ceiling
Like a disco ball
I see how my light shines
I see how the pain was necessary
I have moved into a life of gratitude
I am grateful for another opportunity to
Get it right
I surrender to the universe
I listen with eager ears
I feel with my entire being
I bare the truth
Let it flow like water
As we spin and twirl
I place my hand on her back
Her fingers brush the nape of my neck
Just light enough that I can feel her nails
As if to let me know
She could scrape and scratch
But chooses to be gentle
I embrace the unknown as I look into her eyes
I walk into the unseen behind eyelids
Trusting that I will be supported
Knowing that everything's gonna be alright
And dance