Alibi
You say one thing
with your lips
but your eyes
speak another narrative

they are much more captivating

The air is warm
and heavy
the sky is dark
and ready

I can see you in the storm

What is this desire
to dance
on the line of disaster?

Dreamland
There is a disconnect.

Dancing to no music,
you did not speak in my dream last night.
You were still there with me, parallel.

Your eyes screamed to me in the silence
and, turning away, 
I was deaf to your dance.

Blind to your voice,
we have fallen out of rhythm—
nothing more than an old 

cacophonous tune.

Published 2018
Pierce College Student Literary Arts Magazine Volume 20