The top of the stairs is a lonely
place to
sit
buttoned up
blotted out
a
human splotch spying
on a beautiful
dance
her name is dusty
a cryptogram
enticing
men of solution
to
descend
she extends a maze with her hand
he reaches
to
her
one touch
a crushing warmth
he
enters a
twisted, bending, twirling
riddle
at the bottom of the stairs
from the bottom
of a
casual heart
where dusk sways
in
out
entangling him into her
crafty dance
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Wow…again….
I just didn’t like this one…I wasn’t even going to post it. But I did.
I’m glad… its very compelling… it again created echoes in me from my own past…
Cryptogram. Just learned a new word! Awesome! Keep them coming I really enjoyed this 🙂
Such mystery … there is some Poe in you …
What made you not like this piece? You leave me without words. This:
“one touch
a crushing warmth
he
enters a
twisted, bending, twirling
riddle”
in particular, is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
I really love this!!
Thanks for sharing. Your words are vibrant.
Charlie
captured a memory and emotion… powerful..
Sort of ambiguous, mysterious. You probably don’t like it because you usually go straight to the essential in some of the dark places of the mind. This one has a more dreamy quality to it. Moonlike. Not really “dark” but definitely “dusk”. Like a hesitation between dark and light. The top of the stairs before the plunge. You have perfectly captured this “in- between” mood.
Oh yes! Exactly! I have trouble liking the ones that aren’t rich with darkness and disturbing filth, but when I read them later, I enjoy them for their own personal creativity. If that makes sense. I speak of them as if they are characters…they sort of are to me! Thank you!!!