I want to breathe flamenco within your eyes,
embrace this burgeoning ballet -
staccato heels tap and turn on the wooden floor,
then shoes slide off in silence;
I softly touch your arm, teasing movement close,
then swirl away like the wind
drifting upon horizons of your heart
where I linger like music, inspire like rhythm.
Surrounded by metal and concrete, airless
while my soul yearns for trees,
the soothing sounds of a river flowing in my veins;
you recline upon my banks, languid with love.
I am fiery with imagination,
encrusted and bejeweled with truth.
I wait for your fevered fingers
to find my landscape slowly,
weary of dancing alone.
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It's been a long time since I've seen anything so beautiful and classy. I'm wishing you all the best!! Pen on, Poet... 
