she dances
on the porch
alone,
a single light
touching
graceful arms,
like delicate
ribbons
brushing the air,
searching the space
above
as she glides
over floorboards
of shadows past,
the union of,
but now just one,
gliding turns,
twirling with flow
a cotton dress,
like the earth
weeping time,
unable to
stop
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shadow424 (
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Comments3
Very lovely 🙂🙂
Very good words shadow.
Andy
(a wonderfully worded read!
and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply)..
...'and once you've learnt to squeeze-out
that remnant of love's: tepid breath
you'll once more, attend a dancehall or two
look-for a new partner, to pass the time
then - before you know it
breathing is once again, as easy
as that beat you're timing
each effortlessly synchronised - step, to
and inside, you push back
hope's: yearning hands
suppressing magnetic chemistry
by doing maths - in your head, like
1, 2, 3, - 1, 2, 3, and one, two: those eyes, lips
and maybe - someday, me...'
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