After Dance
Here
I now
sit beside
him, in stillness,
the night gently wrapped
around our quiet forms.
No more need for swirling steps,
just the hush of stars above us,
peaceful in their shimmering vigil—
like soft sighs from the heart of the heavens.
His hand in mine, no words are spoken,
for silence now says everything.
The breeze no longer calls us,
it only hums softly on,
cradling my...
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The Kiss
We
could have
danced all night,
around the calm
pond where cold dark waves
seem to send electric
notes that echoed all around
in the garden with melodies
soft that sent throbs in our lonely hearts
as we twirled and twirled, thinking of our love.
From high above, luminous stars twinkled,
on delicate, sensuous flowers,
exuding faintly the sweet scent,
urging us to speed our dance,
to the tune...
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If stars were GoldIn
your
absence
I float in
psychedelic ink
to design a labyrinth with
rainbow roses drenched in turquoise tears and metaphors.
But, if stars were gold, and I am love, you'll be the poetic garden that feeds my soul.
Maybe, someday, I'll be more than just a faltering feather~will you then, remind me, how to sing again, steal the light behind...
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