Alexander Allison knows a dancer


i know a dancer


and she walks with the grace of a dream
a billowing message of the worlds goodness
and it fills you from all angles and lifts you to say
‘Hush, it’s okay’
and that’s all you wanted to hear anyway.

and the kiss of her lips to the fumes of the ash
kissing the air of creativity
she sucks with a passion and blows with a
sigh
and that’s all she wanted
anyway.

the dancing arms and the dancing hands
the dancing fingers
wrap around
my welcoming neck
and we dance in each others eyes to Brahms
as we kiss the air
and not each other.

and it will be quiet
and it will be perfect
and everything will be clean and perfect
possibly
probably
definitely.


* Alexander J. Allison is a poet from London. He is full of shit. He has a blog here: http://alexanderallison.blogspot.com

One comment

  1. Anonymous

    Lovely. Really lovely.

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