When She Moves

I don't speak when she takes the floor. 'Cause silence says

what I feel, more. She moves like dusk, across the glass.

Like every wound is in the past. No drink, no pill,

no scripted line. Has ever worked the way she shines. With every sway,

she pulls the night. And makes the darkness feel like light.

I've chased escape in every form. But none of them have kept me

warm. She doesn't ask, she doesn't try. She just moves and I survive.

When she moves, I don't feel pain. Like the world forgets my name.