Rio: A Journal of the Arts

 

Michael Jha

 

why the devil learned to dance

 

she sits and plays the piano
for me
in very whites
and dark blacks
matching measures
to the
beat.
the shadows
swarm the velvet
curtains of a dream
a stump of a
candle
dying for us
on one corner
dancing
to the sound
of our breaths
taking sips of

this warm night