July 9, 2004

• Ever in night
  you enter the house of my musing,
  devoid of the limitations
  that normally abide.

  
  

  magnetic form-
  its polarity reversed;
  the dancers cease their revolutions,
  to stare,
  at reeling joy.

  
  

  gloved hands clasp
  as silk meets wool,
  and strings escort the pair
  on a dizzying flight
  of fancy.

  
  

  rising breath
  draws fire from within,
  as whispering lips
  hover momentarily
  alongside
  arching grace…

  
  

  gone-
  in an instant,
  the beloved…
  perhaps forever.

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