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Meeting

     
The time-dancer sang back and forth through the centuries    
calling for his soul-mate, wondering - “surely she must be somewhere,    
of all the many millions who live and live again”.    
     
And then, in the crammed poetry section at the back of an old second-hand bookshop    
he saw her - absorbed, turning the pages, lips moving silently, reading.    
He browsed elsewhere for what seemed like ages; then cleared his throat -    
     
“Errr … excuse me interrupting … may I …?”    
“Oh … oh yes of course, I’ve been hogging the space, haven’t I …?”.    
Stepping aside smiling, she beckoned him, “Please …”.    
     
He picked a poetry book at random and began speed-reading.    
She, long-time apprenticed to the muse’s match-maker    
well versed in what to do, looked up increasingly from her intensity.    
     
They edged closer, ’til somehow they touched.      
“What took you so long …?” she inquired, whispering, eyes sparkling.    
“It took time …” he replied “to learn my half … of our mating song”.    
     
That night, as they lay naked on a bed of softening silken words …    
confiding…, wrapping themselves around each other …    
a nearby galaxy spun a joyful dance, barely in control.    
 
Written by Josh (Joshua Bond)
Published | Edited 9th Mar 2024
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(For T & S-D)

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