A small girl ice-skates across rooms of my childhood
in dreams
bladed seams carve
frozen distance above disfigured parallels
compulsory figures
etched across windowed floor
serpentine
paragraphs
trace
the shape of desire
exactly

In waking
my bare feet
stumble a calloused version
graceless
of what might have been
across
the years
drag careless strokes
found wanting
gather motes
desire amorphous
dust