Down the Street

Down the Street

between the moon hanging in its gleaming track
and a pool of spotlight,
a girl in a black dress is dancing.

She weaves her arms and her hair whips -
blazing tracks to caress shoulders.
and it is all I can do not to fall in love with
the siren song of her skirt flashing against her legs.

Underneath the bright lights,
I lose my haze and drop confusion
in my wake. Down the street,
There is a girl in a black dress dancing a love song.

She steps out of the light for the space of
a heartbeat
smiles

Down the street there are green eyes smiling through
a breaking wave of thick hair.

She spins, her feet leaving the ground,
and she’s falling outside of the light –
Down the street, in a rush of salt air and igniting humidity,
I’m catching hold of a
hurricane in a black dress.