The Couch In Front of the Dance Floor

The Couch In Front of the Dance Floor

A Poem by p.kuhl

There isn't a breath
in the air that could lift

my hand from yours, here,
in the warm hug of a cat-

hat with mittens attached.
The frantic swarm of lights

likes you especially. I see
the way they rip you apart,--

much like the way you would imagine--
a sea of angry fireflies

tearing a paper doll to shreds
like slow piranhas. Won't you

follow me out here? The air
couldn't lift my hand from yours,

and the moon sets
a nice, easy mood,

licking our heels as we unravel
into the cough of night.

© 2013 p.kuhl

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and a time to dance, i will try to match my steps to yours, and keep good time

isn't the music lovely?

Posted 4 Years Ago

beautiful. this reads itself to me...

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on December 2, 2013
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My name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..

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A Poem by p.kuhl