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Dance Baby, Dance
Guttering flames of scarlet dress
Whip an eastern silk wind, to
Crackle along terrace thighs.
All night
She has come to dance
On my mind balustrade.
Metronome heel clicks
Conversation of fingers
Mute the singers on the street,
After glow of nuclear sun
Blisters feathered wings of moon:
Tenderly she catches them in
Tousled ribbon hair,
Fall and rise of her tango breath.
Wine on my lips vined by
Her strawberry pout,
Twisting hips of swirling waltz(er)
Uncork the wettest fruit.
Left to ferment, my body
Strains for one skin suitcase
Fold all we behold,
Carry along windswept runways.
Tempest rages on terminal screens
Wordfire incinerates paths we once trod.
We are the
Margin walkers
Midnight dreamers
The people of paper.
She slumbers towards seduction
Railings become a gate for her fall
Heels still clicking;
Spinning spinning spindle spiked…..
Open poppy of scarlet dress
Splayed stems of danced legs,
She collapses on the bed.
Whip an eastern silk wind, to
Crackle along terrace thighs.
All night
She has come to dance
On my mind balustrade.
Metronome heel clicks
Conversation of fingers
Mute the singers on the street,
After glow of nuclear sun
Blisters feathered wings of moon:
Tenderly she catches them in
Tousled ribbon hair,
Fall and rise of her tango breath.
Wine on my lips vined by
Her strawberry pout,
Twisting hips of swirling waltz(er)
Uncork the wettest fruit.
Left to ferment, my body
Strains for one skin suitcase
Fold all we behold,
Carry along windswept runways.
Tempest rages on terminal screens
Wordfire incinerates paths we once trod.
We are the
Margin walkers
Midnight dreamers
The people of paper.
She slumbers towards seduction
Railings become a gate for her fall
Heels still clicking;
Spinning spinning spindle spiked…..
Open poppy of scarlet dress
Splayed stems of danced legs,
She collapses on the bed.
Published 30th Apr 2020
Author's Note
# ERULGCT 26. Fell asleep, so bit rushed. Long story (isn't it always) once bullied into ball room dancing - glided like a constipated hippo. xx PLEASE ALL STAY SAFE
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this forever dance... "Aanandha Thandavam" of ShivaicShakti.. this fusion.. this Love.. come alive in a smoothening silken seduction .. in your verses so red & ripening & rolling out.. in the drowsy wine fruitions of a night & nights so endless.. in notions of time & slumber only intensifying the spacetime~less expanse we are in... m e s m e r i z i n g rendition.. of our starrymoonskies robuma nights... lets dance & verse.. l o v e me xx:)
