I read your thoughts Impure as the color Of smog obscured Sunset, thick as Oil naked dawn. You dance barefoot Down my spine In serpent rhythm To dip your toes In my river Scented with pain. Danger waits Behind casual glances From eyes averted Across the room And secrets shared And stolen Like a kiss in the dark. Run with me Through cumulus Paradise and Ecstatic torment To lie exhausted In dreams Of bated breath And animal essence.
1997 Kevin Crone