Dark Waltz
by Marilyn Lou Berry
Waltz with me
darkly, my love,
to the glories of
the rising blood moon.
See how its melodies
stream the horizon,
and onto the ocean
in gnarls and tangles,
to choke the blue
lifeless in suffocating splendor.
Engage my
claws:
they tremble to hook
your heart,
stroke your lungs.
Your neck, let me
kiss,
And passionately
pierce you.
Glide with me over
the reddening sand,
and,
with your dazzling,
bladed hand
dice me
tenderly,
shred me mercilessly.
By the waltz our
blood is shed lovingly
in our new, bold,
bleeding world
of this our new
life,
on this planet of clotted dreams.
Marilyn Berry lives as retired in a small-town arts community
jam-packed with muses and surrounded by ocean, forest and wildlife. She fills her
time with writing, reading, beach walks, gallery visits, and so much more.
