Twilight Waltzers

The twirl of liquorice dancers, all velvet red black purple. – the drops of cinnamon skating in soft carry coal dark air. The dripping stars inebriated lascivious tendrils falling. The geese a whisper flying – a flap white linen wings. The water made of smoke a caress for bathing falling. The breaths and screams of night-time faraway on low-light howling deep wind. The wind that swallows everything – slow luxuriant salt breath. The liquorice kaleidoscope dancing. Deep delicious night.

Roberta Lawson is English. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Gloom Cupboard, Gutter Eloquence, Prick Of The Spindle, The Clockwise Cat, Zygote In My Coffee, and so on. She blogs at Atmospheres of Perfect Silence.

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