She Danced

She danced
in beauty for 3 seconds
followed by clumsy stumbles
which she carried
without a hitch
then moments of average
moments of well-above average
like us
she lives for those 3 seconds


poem – must love –

That holy figure must love me more than the blackness in my guts

When you and I meet,
I could live there forever
(whatever madness it might be)
I could chain you,
like you have me
Soft you
Carve you

I ask him, please make this sacred
Lock me there
Call to a halt this ridiculous lostness