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The Dance

she dances with Serendipity
an ethereal waltz across freshly laundered sheets
during the misty haze of late November

the gentle caress of good fortune trails along her inner thigh
a helium balloon swells somewhere
its curvaceous figure losing itself in an azure sky

green on grey and skin on skin
her lithe body tangos between the walls of
Should-Have and Will-Do

effortless and breathtaking. supple lips parted in the
soft murmur of a smile
held within for too long


He leaves before the light comes on.
but now her fingers are permanently intertwined
with the filament of the Universe



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