Cavernous Body holding anguish Wanting, is Greed There is only a slope Down Rocky gravel pointing in heart shapes The ground I stand on needs to appease
Personal dance floor
. . . . . . . .
Disco balls
and lonely planets
Clutter up, your fall
Tripped in heels
There was the panic
Embarrassment
You’re better ‘human’
Trainers, me-telling
Storytelling
Of all the demons
Trodden on
Arms, in communal praise
Beats moving through me
..
After, all