Blue Dancer

By Bernard John Abraham

Swirl.

Your slim countenance.
Your appearance, a wisp in the air
before me.
Your presence thickens the otherwise
thin atmosphere. And the heat...
‘midst the clouds of heaven
I find it hard to breathe.

Swing

to the rhythm of a beat unheard.
To the sultry melody -- illusion.
The seductive gait
you pose before my eyes.
Blue. You’re so blue.
You surround me, dancing
to oblivion.

Sway.

Dance with the wind.
Your breath consumes me,
and the heat consumes you.
Then suddenly my breath
and yours are one.
You take me with you -- slender
and silent, gentle and sweet.
A kiss, my kiss.
Until we’re such delicate ashes
crushed by this obsession.