Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Twyla at Twilight

The heat hangs in the air like vines reaching for sunlight
But this breed of rare and expensive hydroponic honey suckle
Is seeking sturdy moonbeams, carved through space
Until they thud, at my front door

Every particle of light a heavy burden to the oxygen around it
But I suck it in so sweet, like heavy silk down my throat and nostrils
I tangle my arms in it and it dances like Twyla Tharp before me
The smell of starry sediment lingers, though the moon does not


My dad got tickets for us to see a Twyla Tharp performance at the Mondavi Center in Davis in October. StOkEd.

xoxo,
Mariamma

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