Hmmm?

what is this tip toe dance I’m doing

around a purple room

without me moving a limb?

this pursing of lips and

imaginary fingers catching their kiss

at the other end

and this song?

I know this song

 the sounds climbing my frame

up and down, up and down

from pianissimo to forte to pianissimo

why sing it now,  in my dressing gown

smiling in front of a mirror like a dumb man

staring at his feet in a summer puddle

a child is blowing soap bubbles through a straw

in my head

and while my hat is still on

and no one can see a thing

I’m going to corner him

I’m going to catch him

I’m going to grab him by the hand and ask him:

what is this? what is this?