Co(s)mic Dance

The bright streaks of lightning
break the sky into a jigsaw puzzle
fragmented only in the dark -
fractal immensity
of the undivided whole
in seamless flux
like the swift movements
of a flamenco dancer
dancing to the roaring beats
of my mounting throbs.

Her claps resound and echo
in the empty recesses
of unoccupied chambers within…
Her gasps turn the chill wind
into a warm breeze,
The gleam in her eyes
cast a trail of moon on the rise
to the wake of the dawn,
and the dance floor blazed red
in the after glow
while the dancer gently
moved into the green room of my being
waiting for the next attire
I fabricate out of
what the day brings along!