By the slippery light of the autumn moon we dance leaving a trail of silver dust kicked up from our pointed feet deliberate and yet free these nights spent together alone and connected by a frenzy of spider webs ideas that envelope our simple togetherness our shared secrets clasp our hands tight in a single glove the clouds shudder over us painting the sky with rememberance twisting our notions of sequence as we pluck on the strings and play each others music gently the sky clears and the stars poke holes in the atmosphere we spin in this space together, alone
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry