The moon fizzed in the sky
its shining spots clear through spidery cloud.
Hand in hand we walked, fingers intertwined,
glued up in warm sweat that cooled in the night’s breath.
We moved slowly through crowds,
surrounded but alone,
an invisible cage barring us away,
a cage felt, not seen.
Noises were close but muffled,
resonations pinched at our ears
while faces stared blankly at our passing glide,
without a clue, nor a reason.
The spider-webs above us filled out,
and water fell down
as if veins had been slashed across the sky.
I stared at my love,
her white face and dark eyes,
running my thoughts up her lacy sleeves,
thorns and leaves, chattering teeth in the rows of
craggy trees.
She felt my squeeze and gifted me smile, a complimentary twirl.
Silver strands across her skirt blurred,
and I stood back clapping, as a circle grew,
so my love danced and stepped left to right,
in our cage we stayed, the thousand other faces near
but so far away, on another plain,
a different realm,
in another night, not this one.
