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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

shadow dance

it’s a dance
it’s a sinister waltz with
a shadow
it caresses me,
wraps its arms around me,
leads me around the dance floor

pas de bourré
lift, and melt into my shadow,
becoming an entity,
a being
an obsidian conglomeration
of melancholy…

fall, and my shadow catches me,
holds me tenderly,
whispers sweetly in my ear,
wraps me in darkness

sink to the floor,
cling to my shadow,
the final chords
strike an ending

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