julianbleach

You take my hand,
I embrace your fragile figure
Under this moonlight, that lights these dead trees in such a way.
Fairy lights are draped across the most unpurposeful of places
Upon a clothesline on a desert island patch of concrete
We dance, and you smile
That crooked smile of yours
I look up and notice we are in a strangers backyard,
The most intimate of moments, in such a naked place
I embrace your fragile figure
As we dance into the Uncertain