Monday, October 31, 2016

Lucy Alexander #62 Spore

Come, dance, the light is fading midnight
you and me, the dophin blue of it all
crisp as moondust or frost or glazing
we can spiral on mitochondrial rhythm
canter across space throwing sequins to the wind
our oxidation slide our twirl of silky mucus
come, dance and we will find space
where there was no space before
on leading, on spread, sporulate  
dance into the spotlight, darling

make love where no other love will shine.

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