The Goddess in the Garden

“In Betweeners” Volume 11

flailed her arms

electric crimson and blue and

colors without names

like the dancers in the nightclubs

through the bricks and foliage dark

the grass was cold and wet

laden with a premature dew

i imagined it was sweat flying

from her bare chest and brow

as I watched her, a voyeur


she’s still there

even in the daylight

but she doesn’t dance

doesn’t beckon

like she did the night when

she crawled into my eyes

and turned my heart to stone