Longing

It is especially dark tonight

ribbons of ebony twisting slowly around a small amount of light

the twinkling diamonds are few but vast in their beauty

this isn't what draws me closer

only that which is unseen has me upon my toes

spinning in a haze of bliss and I long for more

to be one with it, to be home

crystal shards form inside lifted orbs

creating an abstract in my mind

careful not to get cut and be swept away by a sea of blood

I dance closer, longing for more

my senses are heightened and I can almost taste the flavor of its sillouhette 

looking for that lasso, reaching tall and high, the lace slipping through my fingers

holding on tighter, heartbeat lodged between throat and ears

breath is uneven and then I fall.

arms are lithe wrapped and cradling shaking legs, yet I long for more.