dance the past

Dance the past, dared the dangerous dream,

(along that pathway we have been
 on a day unlike the others
when and where the sun king
wore the ribbons of the moon)

dance, at last, for I have not been

so piteously glorified that I shall be

 a rat amidst your

cashmere sweaters.

(On a day unlike the others
I wound the threads of wool
upon the spool, dyed the wool,
knit you your favorite,
boxer shorts,
and removed them from your body)

Yours is a shallow hole
to fall into.

Dream the dangerous dare, do the deed,
tear the wind from your thoughts and proceed.

Exist, affect, alert the senses –
mount your offensive,
slip past my defenses.