would I want to wake
from this sleepless dance
that melody which
holds flesh through clothes but
dreams of skin to skin
telling me
kisses are never bad
if they come in tiny revolutions
the pureness of
dancing like it's war
my rituals, surviving the wilderness
the reason concrete turns into jungles
or bedroom lights into stars and moons
dancing like Kali on the field
so angry and lonely
and full of love
no matter how wrong
would I really
want to wake
from this sleepless dance?
