Finale

Down below

I scroll

to find your eyes

along the shape of my skin

upon the pores of my flesh

in question…

A virtual Playwright indirect production

poised in punctuation that points to “Finale.”

The shuttering of shutdown.

As fast as light onto darkness

the shuffling of feet and murmurs through exit doors.

On stage I lay

beneath a single red spot

that warms specks of dust

taking flight

dancing between black backdrops, curtains and infrared light…

A settling against the unsettled.

A resting upon the unrested.

Rolling from hips to stomach

to legs that loosen their gravitational guardianship

a shuffle

a murmur

to the shuttering of shadows long forgotten

to the stowaways

that stand in dismay

through exit doors of the alleyway…

I meet you here

to find your eyes

along the shape of my skin

upon the pores of my flesh

in question...