bare knuckle knocking

i watch 
at the door
You leave open 
just enough
for me to see-
You are dervish 
Your dance
dizzies me-
i forget how
to breathe-
Your spirit
dances in 
my consciousness-
remembrance of You
is fluid, cyclical
like the skirt
that spins-
i am at Your feet
bare knuckle knocking
begging to be
let in.