Leaning into the Afternoons

Everybody is sick of love!

Share it now!

Except for the girl dancing slowly
Folded in the arms
Of her gentle boy
Her eyes closed in precious determination.

As if she could trap this moment
Behind lacquered lashes
Match time somehow
To the slow sarabande that fills her world.

So I am watching the joy on her face
You have never seen such pure peace, delight
Because if you had,
Your eyes would be closed, too.

I knew a girl once
With braids and a black dress
I saw her climb out of her window
Run to the oak tree
(scared sacred with moonlight)
I saw her dance with the light on her shoulders
She had a secret
Held behind closed, laquered lashes.

And thanks to her,
This broken world was mended
For one fleet night before it ended.