Dances and Lies

Start small
Corners are best
Places where debris has gathered
Where danced-out lies have gathered
Where one lover’s sweater bears the scent of another.

Begin with the pocket
Finger the crumpled candy wrapper
With balled up aluminum foil in your hand
Imagine streams of chocolate spreading across your tongue.

Imagine wanting candy
The way you once wanted each other
Biting down on the soft yielding chocolate
Feel it conform to the roof of your mouth
Let the richness of chocolate
Permeate your body
Feel answered and teased by the semi-sweet darkness
Lick the last thin shavings off the wrapper.

Begin again
Corners are best
Places where debris has gathered
Where danced out lies have gathered
Breathe in, holding the sweater to your face.