The Dance of You

I am pure

Without innocence

An animal

Who knows the poetry

Of touch and the music of

Laughter

A man, not apart

From the world

But sourced within it

Aware of the vagaries

The inconstant nature of

Things and feelings

My heart is a furnace

Where i reforged myself

And if you leaned close

Let me breathe in the

Beauty of you

You would feel the warmth

Roll off me in waves

I am fur and bone

Blood and light

I have always been this

A slow realisation

Of self that remains

Constant without being

Routine

And how your beauty

Draws out the quality

Without enslaving me

That light in your dilated eyes

The dance of you

And how you call to me

Without saying

A

Single

Word