There is peace, even in the middle blue of daisies,
and they still know how to dance.
creeds as varied as their delicate, complex steps.
Believe in breeze of day as well as death of night.
Dressed in every shade,
their feet feel the moves
like a boy feels out a girl's desires.
My center bends for you this way,
caves to your lead.
You found me motionless
under a heat-sapped memory,
moored in taunt of moon,
until you rescued me.
You hung me upside down to dry,
and then pressed me to preserve.
I thought you meant to kill me,
lock me in a memory,
box me away
in the rear of your mind,
twirling ballerina with bloody feet
beautiful, mermaid, shored
clipped winged angel
drowning in the dunes of lies that once I promised you something,
cage me behind some rickety purity
but you did not forget
I was only seed clay covered
guppy child child, loverless
feathered, unpaired, hovering
but you knew you could fix me
breathe me back to life
that I needed you to swim and dance and fly
my toes slant
and my arms bloom