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I have danced, alive and alone,
measured steps on stone tiles
until feet blue and numb
I've come to rest against
the walnut newel post.
It was then I saw you move,
my shadow lover who
caresses, not my body
but my soul.

As mysterious in inky shade
you glide and I slide into
the exstacy of time
choreographed to a nameless tune.

My lips part and before me I see
my life in vapour float and reach.
You take each moisture
as I flake onto the floor
my breath stilled from the
pressure point, indented
from an invisible hand.

Then at last I am lifted,
a winter sun emerges.
The dance resumes
this time my feet are
in perfect synchronicity,
no longer cold and blue
for I have risen far above
the ether now my ballroom.

You can't take my dreams
impregnated in these walls.
My memory shall be
imprinted upon
my lonely shadows killer.

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Written on 2009-02-28 at 12:52

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Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful work, I love the imagery you have in this one!

yes i think somehow that places hold us through our memories

good or bad

good write !