she, simulacra (patterns revisted)

she, baring

long dark hair
torches wrapped in blood

remember that fires burn
red, daring

pelvic dancers
elucidating the night

memory constellations
flicker in the haze
casting paraxical holograms
phasing starlit sprinkles

shining long hair
blanketing the body
redeems itself in each iteration

I met you as a child

but couldn't let go

twisting dancers
the same moves

as I aged you changed

replicating stars
destroyed themselves

each time you became more distant
the dance a little stranger

the exoticism of difference
intoxicatingly subliminal

waking up is dreaming
and as you keep dancing
while we fuck stars shudder

the synthetic itch
filtered through fingertips
traced across mirrored inroads

each permutation more peculiar
until sex is no more novel
than baking and laundry

celestial polymers
stretching across eyes
like 3D glasses

when I definitively see you
is a trick question
from a movie trailer

so I try to close my eyes
and feel the dance
climbing up my thigh

until there is no more
she, baring

dark long hair
twisting in starlight

she, disappearing

sliding away
muted mutable mortality

spun away on metric dance floors
driving beats like bodies
into endless nights