Can I dance through your
thoughts with a key to your soul.
In subdued whispers and a trail of lust.
An uncaught spirit skipping through
the days, as sunlight warms the coldest hearts.
Can I walk with you beneath a changing moon
and watch through your eyes as night dies and
morning wakes. Whilst the constellations are mapped
out on your skin with the tips of my fingers.
Can I run free and safe through the hazy morn
as the night before becomes a distant dream.
Can I dance through your thoughts unattended
free of inhibition for a moment, for just a moment.
Karen Hayward ©2016