Backstage: before my new york recital

Sometimes we dance together
tippy-toed, teetering
on cement ledges
high
up
in
Night

She draws me
into her
bosom
with a
motherly
embrace;
i am
covered.

i
ache
to swaddle
my black body
in her
midnight tapestry, and

fall
asleep (forever)
where

fears
can’t
torment me.

i reject her
embrace, and
embrace the
scorching, Bright
Scorpion.