Waltz Of Glass Stairways

Peeling away trembling layers
of a laughing moon,
the blind equator shaves off golden nuggets
like a man glides his woman
across icy floors in his waltz
of glass stairways.
I listen to moaning songs
like a crouching tiger runs in and out
of misty visions.
For I drown inside savage rhythm
of your sheltered soul
who creeps into violated hallways
and puts my growling spirit into a frenzy.