blow me, part 2:
An Angel’s Waltz
Winter-the new millenium
Diamond light stabbed,
A pale arc, turned on its side,
Sliced between dark golds and rich magentas resembling fine wines,
Bouncing off thick notes,
Curling like ash smoke between
Formal bodies caked in sweat
While I watched
You twirled, music dissolving, fast to slow
An elegant ballerina with no formal training,
The filtered moon dressing your petite limbs in a dolphin’s blue,
Showing unmarked shoulders bared by innocent provokation,
Highlighting your short strands of ebony coal,
Accentuating a pale tan neck tapering towards
Your oval face, bony lines
Smoothing into japanamation eyes
Blurring ivory diving, dark water
Splashing on chocolate lakes,
Leaving no evaporation and
You with unquenched sadness
While I watched
Your prince appeared,
You took his hand,
Gold strands showing sunsets in Paris,
Shaped arms tearing away wolves’ claws,
Ocean eyes promising beaches of snow
With mirrored water to match
And an Armani suit marking
A place to rest your head
While I watched
I offered homework help and movie minutia
Stammering away with smiling excitement
I offered intangibles instead of dinner dates,
But you called it stalking, a word familiar to me,
A word needing banishment,
A word escaping your best friend’s lips,
Describing headlights stabbing those chocolate seas,
Your racing pulse staining white coffee,
While I watched
He pulled closer, hands to hips,
Palms, not fingertips, on your waist,
Closer than you and I four months ago,
A fleeting moment of intimacy shared,
Shutter snapping from a glass clock’s eyes
While I watched
Your raven’s feathers drifted towards his shoulder,
A wounded veteran wheeling down Main Street
Coming home to a place
Free of grade pressure,
That didn’t care about academic acheivement,
Making a meaningful smile break free,
Where you belonged,
While I watched
Would my shoulder ever fit your head?
Hispanic lilacs painted acne’s nostrils,
Teasing me with the promise of tommorow’s dream
I turned away,
Reaching for a new hanger,
Doing my job.
While you danced.
For Cristina