The Dancing Lover

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    The Dancing Lover

    though I've never touched him
    and he would never question
    I'm focused on his body
    the way it seems to glisten
    if i could just let go
    to cross the invisible line
    oh, the places i would take him
    the love i can provide
    what am i saying?
    this is absurd
    there's much to hear, much to learn
    but when he's here its never the same
    my defenses fall much to shame
    and he inches closer, his body on mine
    I'm breathing heavily, a warning sign
    but i can't stop
    and he can't stop
    slow but surely we reach the top
    and explode into a hundred pieces
    i didn't leave..i had my reasons
    so as he left the floor i stayed
    for another dancer, for love to be made

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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