AIR DANCING

air dancing

By Valentina Sierra

the sun is setting by the stone 

i’m still alive and your shadow is my own

promise fades away like the sacred feast

that i begged to carry up the hill 

the days pass by; i’m in retrograde 

there’s an open tomb where the passage fades

and the strings of fate carry down the line

and i run by them so they don’t part

i’ll do this for the red sun rising

saturn shines and it's colliding

interwoven, locked inside the frigid of my spirit

the stars shine like a branding 

tugging at my heartstrings for the grieving 

tell me what i am if not living 

the profit sprouts from your grave

the envy widows the window past its wake

and the wife walks back to the ill-feel glee

she finds lost in the cemetery 

the flower grows on frozen rock

there’s a bruise down at the cobblestone 

shades of gray tint glasses when they wilt 

vintage remedy to my foreign tryst

tell me how to match the stillness in your breath

it’s the hanging gardens where you’re set

the sky glares at me and its silent 

my anger is petulant when breath breaks beneath

the memory laughs, waned by the weight

i blame the corpse by my bed for the break away

the widow shines through my spirit

there’s no tale in a live woman breathing

it’s incandescent, the light when it bristles

and i can’t help but blame 

the death for the misery 

and i can’t help but scream 

when i lose you too in the sheets

and i can’t help but think 

the house is warmer

but there’s no one to blame 

with your absence 

i'll fill in the gaps of your silence

dancing with you under grocery light

telling myself that i should blame circumstance 

remember you when i’m crying

but the wound lays upon like your scent in my bones

and the grave feels like it has space for us both