Come Let us Dance Some More
Come let us both
dance
some more, then
bathe
beneath a shower
of finest
frozen ash and
hungry acid rain ..
Then
and only then
maybe ..
We might just
make
our way to your
somewhat
battered temple
door ..
Each of us naked
but
with not even a
hint
of regret between us ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Yes despite acid rain let the dancing continue - cleverly writ the "battered temple doors" give a semi-ironic view of those who unhearing always condemn but where defiant nakedness will have no regrets - - aptly woven this piece of perceptive imagery to keep us all dancing dear Nev.... ........x
Bless you dear lady Fay ...................... x
You gotta do wot ya gotta do given the circumstances, I suppose, Nev. Regret on any form is regrettable (!) - ultimately futile....
there's not a single word you just said that I can find any fault with DD even the punctuation is spot on sir .................... Neville
Once you are with the right person there are never any regrets Neville.
Andy
................................. How cool is that eh', cheers my little golden wonder 🙂
('vulnerability
is a curse, as much
as being a path
to our emancipation's
self-worth..'
but we must be so
so
careful, who
we choose to intrust
for those battered doors
betrayed, once more
may jam themselves, locked
for life..)
Hyung
I know your profession
affords you so much insight
into the 'human psyche'
but, your poetry
zooms-in and unfurls
those most knotted of situations
we all come across in life
and somehow makes us realise
its alright
we're not the only ones, scared
to let someone in
scared to offer ourselves, once again
scared
of this fear, we carry deep inside
that this time, it might all work out
then what
then what do we do, with all this
bruises and scars..
insight can be a bitch of a double edged sword, can't it, my friend .................... many of my most sincerest thanks brother Mek .. N
I was OK until I got to 'naked'. Then it brought on a swoon. It would! lol.
why am I not surprised .. you need to get out more, the both of ya ................. N 🙂
I'll get my coat then... Ohh, I won't need it for naked! lol.
Dance as you wish N, but don't be surprised if a swooning Orchi dances circles around you both. 🤣
Nothing would surprise me when it comes to Mr. O AP ...... N 🙂
The dance is always divine, no matter how, no matter wear (pun intended). Dance on my friend. What fun!
and you, my fine literary friend, are far too kind for words ....................... x
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