mauve ballet

by Steven J. Serafiani

we all make love
the flame stove top to kettle
whistle –
in the between.

we all touch
in hallway frame city
mauve –
righteous path.

and we all flicker
in bedroom dance ballroom
dip –
like beggars.

yes we all, we all;
all of you, yes us,
want to be loved pure
in acceptance holy,
the desirous truly.