Won’t you please,
and I will ask this only once,
just come and dance with me?
You know I won’t pull you to your feet,
only linger, and wait for you to stand
until it becomes apparent that you won’t.
Sometimes, I admit, I’m embarrassed
to know you, and I think, occasionally,
in your eyes I’m roadkill.
It’s true I arrive with blood on my hands,
but you! You bleed through your nose
and lick it up from the floor.
Tandem, we ride the fates in reverse,
brushing hands on the long way down.
I laughed, once, where now I weep.
Darling, darling, darling…
You don’t know how much I love you.
You are the bones of saints to me.
© Deanna Scutt, 2017