Currently Listening Letting Go By Earshot My Time see related

This Dance

(Written for my friend Hector)

Falling upon me

As dust

To an unused

Table

You cover all

That I am.

Once touched

I spend minutes

Hours

Days

Trying to rid

Myself

Of your clinging

Film

Of your

Muddling

Intrusion.

No matter how many

Times

I wipe you away

You return

Almost stronger than

Before

Unrelenting

In your presence.

And intent.

Tonight

I make my stand

As

I strike

The match

And watch it

Fall silently

Igniting

And destroying

This dance

At last...