Mademoiselle de la Dance
Krister Axel
8
As if we stood nowhere
Time shall breathe
A spell where
Still happens quickly where
Thoughts are so rare
And I don't know where
I put me, once where
Everything is, somehow so
Curious; quiet was so
The place where
I met you
You
Were a red falling leaf, you
Had veins where
Blood boils hot you
Were red you
Wouldn't let me breathe
And I had you
Dancing, dreaming you
Are so beautiful and rare
It is rare
That I dance but with you
Dancing is so
Easy, I like it so
Like a mad waltz yet so
Simple and you
If love is fast, so
Are you the bullet and so
Am I the flesh where
Pain can be so
Painless, so
Blood-happy I breathe
In, I live and breathe
Still so
I am not unliving, which is rare
Quite rare
When life is rare
Why is this so?
If life is rare
Then you, rare
Precious you
Are as the white doe, rare
Like a soft stone is rare
I want to trace with two fingers where
The air meets your skin, where
The smooth rare
Curve of your throat - your breath
Purrs, you breathe
And the oceans breathe
A dried-up wave is not as rare
As you, my stare crashes breath-
Lessly against you, my breath
Sits waiting so
Quietly. A secret, stolen breath
Waiting to breathe
I cannot but wish of you
Want of you
Waiting to breathe
In a world where
Time stopped counting, where
You lead me everywhere
As you have hidden my breath
Somewhere. A beauty of skill quite rare
And seldomly so
Mademoiselle have you