The thought came unbidden;
An observation, a ghost of something in my subconscious.
I hadn’t yet processed the meaning of what he said
my brain felt slow,
dragged by the intriguing allure of the voice that had spoken to me so many times now.
my body was walking through electric currents along lusty paths;
causing my heart to beat faster.
how long it’s been now
since i stopped believing in this
and my toenails no longer danced
and my chest no longer clenched.
though my limbs appear falsely hollow
I now dance with toenails bent
and look forward to
open arms like new branches and
the warm sight of spring in your words.