Translucent Skin

Weighting
weight
wait

that sits on shoulders
wrapping
waiting
up
up
in coils
in grips
it grips
something

she grips this shadow
that twist and twist.
unraveling what’s within
this dance is what’s within
dancing

like fingernails that go scathing
across blacken skin
streaking
striking
striking down shadows
that goes stretching across floors

yelling
cease the dancing
stop the twisting
in-and
striking

blackened skin
which turns red
when struck hard
with each strike
you slice away at shadows
that drip away into translucent winds
that goes on swaying
dancing away 

into beautiful rhythmic
beats that beat notes
that then flies back out

to childish screams
that go on wailing
To our beautiful-beautiful
beautiful taut skin

that drums
to the beat that beats
on the stricken skin