Dance, Or Lack Thereof Poem by Luciel Dawning

In a town of senseless homes
Where she first wrote the story of a lifetime
His sobriquet laid between two Golden Dancers
Underneath a roof of black.
Did he ever live there?
Did I ever live elsewhere?

The clock strikes midnight.
Fearing more ghosts
I cried within the sheets,
But I don’t think he ever heard me.
Teary words never expressed the eloquence that he wanted
So he never listened for long,
If at all.

Memories don’t change
Though I tried to eat them away.
Somewhere along a string of incineration
I lost my head
Then I lost him.
Was it pride that stopped my hand?
Whom to question! None did ask!
I should’ve begged the deceiver
I should’ve been the deceived
I should’ve said: ‘because of you life’s crazy
But love me,
Love me
Love me, babe.’