Burgundy

At the party the air
glowed heavy whisper
& hot breath outpoured
hopes folding enfleshed
wrapped in what wasn’t
anyone’s but her own red
personhood to give & after
everything was dealt
the night sky was full
of unidentified shapes
like evening and midnight
were their own doors
unlocked & opening
to a melody in a key 
she was humming again
beautifully tearing
& beautifully torn apart