I sidle up to
The sinuous one,
Leaving behind me
My leveled holder.
A platonic smile
Pregnant with craving.
Soft clasp of a hand,
A held back shudder.
The music now churn,
And my pith now flame.
I pull Love closer
To repressed desire.
My palm steels around
A careful turned arc.
My fingers wander.
I pray Love not note.
When the music ends,
I will release Love,
Corral a fresh tear,
Give a feigned smile.
A platonic smile,
Pregnant with craving.
I pray Love not note.
Oh, how I pray Love not note!
Author notes
Umm, there isn't much I can reveal about this except that it is about dancing with my one true love, who I can never express my feelings for. You take what you can get, ya know? Even the tiniest moments can be so monumental.
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hi
nice poem
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I like this one. It doesn't matter if it is a lot or not it is still very very good.
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