Disjointed limbs
sprawled about in darkness
pressed hard against a sullen mirror
as if anything can be seen here
             in darkness.
All potential lies beneath
locked away – boxed up – unseen
a forest of teeth
             dormant
                           unfed
                                        and waiting
             in darkness

The outside is gilded rococo
             feathered geometry
swimming like creamed coffee
the dissonance of naivety marbled
             in darkness

Lift the lid
             watch the darkness hide away
the limbs snap in place
the dancer takes the stage
             the teeth gnash and grind
                           but it sounds like music in the air

We dance until exhausted
until those teeth need to be fed again
and you look down at the silence
only to see your own image reflected
             in darkness.