Oh now come on
Just one little step
That’s right stand up
Here take my hand
There you are here
We go now we’re
Dancing just you and
Me surrounded by others
They’re not looking at
You but I am
As you read these
Words and spin and
Dip and so gleefully
Abandonedly so happily laugh
One
Word
One
Time
One
Pause
One
Sigh
One
Tick
One
Once
One
Not
This poem
Is like
My fingertips
In words
Dancing across
Your ribcage
As you
Are sleeping
My minds
Whispering pleasure
Of things
I imagine
To be
One thing
Despite their
Being another
It takes but one
Stone whether it be
Flat or round to
Cause something to change
The stone is the
Cause and its shape
Is its effect flat
Causes ripples as it
Skims where as round
Causes landslides and avalanches
Flat is akin to
Lying a calculated entertainment
Whereas round is akin
To truth causing abject
Destruction and also cleansing
In its roaring wake
It is in silence
When the absence of
Love roars its loudest
A cacophony of solitude
Echoing thundering but still
A deep dark stillness
Like a moist cave
Tunneled deep into mountains
There for one thing
Only to hide from
The monsters and beasts
Of my bad decisions
Staving off the hunger
Of loneliness and desperation
