Shadow Dance by Danielle Jackson
Aesthetic comportment
immediate connection
safety of minds interlocked and entwined.
Converge:
Fingers clutch to hips.
Hourglass you seizes to the silk screen
Eyes unravel my trepidation like no other.
Our constellation of frivolous limbs now honour rhythmic sins.
Conventional worship is illogical.
Unconventional devotion is consistent.
Lips add season to hidden corners.
And here we are, both in disguise, touching each others edges.
