1st Week Of April. Selected Read

Soft-Shoe By Roadpan


Sunset Maiden, plant a kiss,
Flocculent, in middle of chest
To tap a bit of soft-shoe and gently rattle
Ivory from bone, warmth from marrow;

Tomorrow shall envy today’s slow horizon.
The moon will plume itself
In a wide, white gaze and utter
Not a single breath of fog to conceal this.

When eyes behold morning’s first yawn,
The world will share in the making of
A new heart opened vast through hues
Copious but indiscernible in the pulse:

Iris of Iris rises to meet pale reflection—
Madness turns myth turns flesh—of honesty
Where day finds love most tolerant
As it trysts night’s newfound momentum.

Welkin hearkens with each pastel buss,
Rousing dusk to ensphere the pilose floor
So dance purdures every era and wrought age
Till lips trail raspberry to ravage the sky.