100 Poems in 100 Days Part 4

 

June 18th, 2015

4) Spin

 Your red hair may as well be Mars
playfully turning on tiptoes
the prima ballerina following one fouette
with another as the spotlight calls for more

I have seen a photograph,
but a picture is worth a thousand wants
spinning and spinning in the blackness of
my dreams

those that chatter whilst I work
and those that play amongst my snores

you have so much in common with my nightly howls,
how you both are so real while I sleep
though I have never heard either with
my ears

please say my name, so that I may know
truly how to pronounce it