In Limbo

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Dancing towards me
He cuts in and I’m removed like a tumor
With his sharpened scalpel
Dripping with the blood of anger.
I do a lonely limbo for him
Bent under my fears and sharp pain
My back broken from comparisons
To exotic island breasts
Atop trained heel high legs.
Sinking into the dance floor
Until my excuses contradict
A low ceiling of clouds
Storming with incurable
Gusts of tropical disease.
My years carried off in
Leeward winds whipping
With purple gusts sounding
The melody of illness. I cast
Anchor over my bough
In the port of safe harbor
Where stillness and calm
Become a starry sky of remission.

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