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they were up there, on the stage,
" exotic dancers", the term they 
gave; the tall one "Avalanche", 
the shorter, "Aurora"

long black limbs , Aurora's, graceful
steps so Avalanche, her marble feet 
pure snow

they intertwined and caught our men's 
eyes, as we looked and fantasized of 
being with one, or the other, (or both)

and the tepid rhythm rumbled on, from 
speakers in the curtained roof, while mouths 
dribbled and trousers moved, like stallions we 
trampled hooved

and as the caravan of tempting lust, swung the 
hip and charming bust, the distant sound of beer
and jar, chinkled from the busy bar

and down the mountain slope she came, Avalanche 
a wild chicane, lit by Aurora's northern light, 
G string gone and tassles free, thundered on
the mountain slope and sky, 

and soon on trapeze across the room, over tables,
drinks, and cloudy hush, the twin nature's beauties
wearing only their bush, and below, the valley
the mountaineers, sweating in expectant gush

and when I trek among the peaks in dangerous 
snow and coloured skies, I remember the twins,
one black one white, their avalanche and northern light

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