Crimson dancer

Caffè lattes and mochas;
I see her, I see her amidst the swirling,
Dancing in the Jello, in the haze of twilight.
She is a beacon, lighting my darkness,
I can see those corners that were hidden
I can see the teeth, the claws, the demons...
She twirls and moves, hypnotizing... euphoric
Naked, but a red scarf swinging in the air.
Moving, lighting, bearing what I cannot,
The darkness, the monsters, the ashes of my mind.
Thoughts race of forgetting, all those years ago
The demons... oh so clever, dripping their stench;
she dances, her breasts firm, point to that...
That which has secretly haunted me.
Jello splashing below the soft flesh of feet
It's crimson color spreading...
In the crimson darkness, she dances.
Like moths to a flame, I'm beaconed...
I'm there, naked, vulnerable, cold.
She dances, the darkness, the mist, the demons
All swirling around me like tornadoes
No longer can I hide, no longer can I run!
But my body moves... she dances...
In the darkness the teeth, claws, rage
they move! The light has awakened!
my legs begin to bob, like a floater on a fishing line
Up then down, Up then down as I stare;
Forgotten horrors begin to emerge in the mist,
Taloned arms and blood soaked legs.
She dances... bare breasts never swaying;
Questions begin to flood, Who? Why? What?
"Who is the woman dancing?" The light...?
My body begins to imitate, moving...
Talons scraping, teeth gnawing, Jello splashing!
She dances... cold, my body follows, dancing...
The darkness, the memories, the child,
Play out in the light shining in the mist.
Anger, sorrow, pain lash at my nakedness
In the crimson dark with the crimson dancer.
The woman... a beacon of light;
In the light, she comforts and warms,
In the light, she shows the darkness, the demons...
She is hope, she is sorrow, she is forgiveness.
She is the light that was ever absent;
So the demons played and scraped in the darkness.
Filling my mind with the stench of foul laughter
My body with the aches of a thousand slashes.
She dances... I dance, seeing, feeling, awakening
Look into the mist, look at the child...
Cold, lonely, frightened, crying.
Bodies glistening, crimson, naked...
The crimson dancer and I dance in the twilight.
The child, the demons, the child, the demons;
We dance, splashing, lighting, exposing...
The past, the dark, the demons;
Feeling, the lost feelings that once were buried
Anger! The child can bare no more.
Show me crimson dancer!
light what I cannot see, what I have locked away.
Fear of what was left behind, guarded...
The child endured, sacrificed, survived!
The visions, the memories, swirling; demons reaching!
Lost in thought, in time the mist is engulfing!
It is time, the strength, the compassion,
The love, the anger, the forgiveness...
I look up from the mist, no longer dancing...
I see a child, the crimson dancer, twirling in the light.
The guilt, the burden, the shame, the anger...
Released into the mist, the darkness,
I sit where a lonely child once was,
Watching, smiling as the two dance in the light.