YOU TOOK ME DANCING
What alchemy this? What kindling touch the torch?
A silver shimmer, a slight phase discrepancy…
Nothing of the old world equated to this reality,
unprepared for the polar shift…
I played dead-pan.
I had no tools,
equipped to see the monochrome screen,
my eyes scorched in the technicolour of
So cool yet blazing, burnished from ice and fire,
You are the air, I’m the water
Quench your thirst my angel.
Copyright Dale Beck 2018