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My Little Night Job
Body for body, dancer and foot
Dream life goes seeking with banjo and lute
Goes rowdy round with lofty sounds
That heap and coil and flirt
About the silky curtain of her skirt
In multitudinous curls and cries
Upon the moonbeams of her thighs
But lie here in calm weather
Now fall, now float, like some slow
mulling after thought of low
smokey twirling themes
winding forever into you it seems.
O careful mover, sweet night user,
entwined our unity stirs
the foamy stars.
What’s in your rushing feet
would do to light, to sway and sweep
that far yonder castle keep
where death and time are laid to sleep.
If there’s a downside it can’t be mine
Though I’ve stayed in my room days at a time
Skin and bones and scared to speak
While the money men touched their
sweaty gizzards
And talked on the phone
Knowing I am easy
But madness prone
that in the banjo and the flute
As in the strings of Shakespeare’s lute
Lies the darkness love defends
In the fingertips where the world begins.
© Jo Neace Krauce
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