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TENTATIVE There are no rules. There must be rules. Our dance hand touches hand withdraws. Eyelash on cheek Diffident. I once knew, forgot, my Greek Have to relearn this language of romance Archaic yet new-minted. Dreams that fade in halflight scrawl graffiti in tired eyes deciphered dusty subtext of your sighs and whispers. We negotiate a trade in glances slyness charm, in words that slink like urban foxes, seen a second, gone nervous proud flirting. Both of us will run from sight, and then be there, next time we blink. I step you weave around. Turn pirouette These gestures mean themselves, no more. And yet...
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 00:57:58 +0000

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