..
Shall we dance?
He whispers from my shoulder, a stance
he has grown accustomed to, as I have
not yet figured out how to bid him go.
No,
I breathe low,
but he doesn’t hear, too busy crooning
in my ear of the sin
-chronization of clock and crow.
Shhhh. Just sway,
he pleads I stay, perhaps settle in
for just one more song.
Mmmm. Ok,
I can’t help but say, as each
dark syllable hums along.
.
mindlovemisery bids we have a chat with our passenger (dark or otherwise.)
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-chronization of clock and crow.
I particularly love this line, very alluring indeed!
I do love a good (B)ambi(Dexter)us poem.
“in my ear of the sin
-chronization of clock and crow.” … This, and the last two stanzas, rock my world.
This is superb–very evocative.
Woah, I hope she escapes this dance, but I suppose she’s trapped! I sense danger ahead!