In dreams, I am a dancer a tempest of desire.
My thunderous clouds move above you and ignite within a wild fire.
My body twists and shifts under your stone like stare… and I cannot be freed, or will myself to care.
I’ve saved a seat for you- bring with you whatever you must- but, please darling, I beg of you, be quick about it,
this dreamers’ dancer is quickly turned to dust.