Dancer
Caress me
with your kisses
you little delicate thing
with your soft, silent
quick and tiny breaths
and wings like the
stained-glass windows
of the cathedral
and as they pray
you dance
paint the air I breathe
with fragile beauty
Feeding flowers
with the dust
of another lovely
Creature
Visiting the minds
of dreamers
and children
Copyright © Joann Zachary | Year Posted 2011
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