There was a day I too could dance
atop a taut dark line drawn with a single
confident slash across the sky
And I could hang by my heels and catch
lithe waist or ankle with a flick of finger
sparkle of smile, wink of my eye
And I would inhale that randy perfume behind
her ear embrace her sweet ripe everything
and happy them harvest home
But this was about that black squirrel’s dance
atop a taut dark line drawn with a single
confident dash across this poem.
a great illustration of intersections in the brain. the this her, and the once. Very lovely