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TURN THE KEY- Written with the incomparable _shadoe_ (Koshka)
(A repost)
Danseur noble, awaken
this music box ballerina
trapped
in a figurante's tour lent...
... light a fire in
my enamel eyes
and breathe life into
my lithe frame
so i might leave
my matchbox stage
to learn the choreography
of your desires
Caress me in cinquième
and teach me
the gentle notes of
your adagio kiss
until my hands roam
in allegro restlessness
when edged by
the sweet friction
of your balançoire embrace
With a wind of the key
am I driven to madness
the now tedious tune
fills me with deep despair
longing to take hold
of your outstretched hand
desperately beckoning me
to free you from your stagnant pose
and I wanting to experience you
in all the positions
From an open window
a gust of wind slams shut
your melodious prison
from behind billowing curtains
like a phantasmic Giselle
you leap into my waiting arms
my pulse races as our skin meets
pressing my face to your body
I breathe you in
while slowly lowering you
reaching your soft lips
with no hesitation we kiss
my eyes wide open
fearing you may disappear
And i savour
the affettuoso touch
of my saviour,
stirred to allegretto
passion
by the rapidly swelling notes...
... rolling with its ominous tide
to press, en pointe, into
your strength and learn
the lean lines protecting me
from my anima inferna
Surrendering to
the sweet ferocity of
matched demand, i can
never be come prima
knowing your bravura
and how it moves through
my softest places
until i sigh an evoe
of your praise
The trepidatious smile
of one experiencing freedom
for the first time
spreads across your luminous face
pulling you ever closer
in your ear
whispering sotto voce assurances
while my disquieted inner voice speaks
is my magnetism strong enough
to keep you?
have I not merely constructed
a larger cage?
To hell with doubt
we alone occupy the stage
Eros is our Maître de danse
our enchaînement by passion driven
moans of pure ecstasy
from our lips escape
as our naked worlds collide
like a curious child
I leave none of you untouched
Take me
through the sensuality
of our grand pas
lead me
to the coda's
insurmountable crescendo
leave me
breathless, quivering
needing
more...please turn the key again
...and again...
Danseur noble, awaken
this music box ballerina
trapped
in a figurante's tour lent...
... light a fire in
my enamel eyes
and breathe life into
my lithe frame
so i might leave
my matchbox stage
to learn the choreography
of your desires
Caress me in cinquième
and teach me
the gentle notes of
your adagio kiss
until my hands roam
in allegro restlessness
when edged by
the sweet friction
of your balançoire embrace
With a wind of the key
am I driven to madness
the now tedious tune
fills me with deep despair
longing to take hold
of your outstretched hand
desperately beckoning me
to free you from your stagnant pose
and I wanting to experience you
in all the positions
From an open window
a gust of wind slams shut
your melodious prison
from behind billowing curtains
like a phantasmic Giselle
you leap into my waiting arms
my pulse races as our skin meets
pressing my face to your body
I breathe you in
while slowly lowering you
reaching your soft lips
with no hesitation we kiss
my eyes wide open
fearing you may disappear
And i savour
the affettuoso touch
of my saviour,
stirred to allegretto
passion
by the rapidly swelling notes...
... rolling with its ominous tide
to press, en pointe, into
your strength and learn
the lean lines protecting me
from my anima inferna
Surrendering to
the sweet ferocity of
matched demand, i can
never be come prima
knowing your bravura
and how it moves through
my softest places
until i sigh an evoe
of your praise
The trepidatious smile
of one experiencing freedom
for the first time
spreads across your luminous face
pulling you ever closer
in your ear
whispering sotto voce assurances
while my disquieted inner voice speaks
is my magnetism strong enough
to keep you?
have I not merely constructed
a larger cage?
To hell with doubt
we alone occupy the stage
Eros is our Maître de danse
our enchaînement by passion driven
moans of pure ecstasy
from our lips escape
as our naked worlds collide
like a curious child
I leave none of you untouched
Take me
through the sensuality
of our grand pas
lead me
to the coda's
insurmountable crescendo
leave me
breathless, quivering
needing
more...please turn the key again
...and again...
Published 25th Feb 2018
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28th Feb 2018 7:56pm
I would turn that key until my fingers fell off. A fine pas de deux from you both. I love the eloquence and imagery. A fine collab all the way...
28th Feb 2018 8:54pm
I literally LOL! Thank you Sir Crow. If I remember correctly, we had a lot of fun with this one. I had to bone up on ballet terminology.
