Allégro

Bending toes
of
your feet,
kissing
the cold marble,
make heavenly
strokes,
grace mutates
into your shadow,
rythym stalks
watching like a hawk,
making you
it’s slave,
it’s prey;
the plates
of the cotton,
your skirt,
attain freedom
making love with the wind
in soft gasps,
with each turn.
Your congruence,
results in
dissonance,
among your
surroundings,
yet you
remain as flawed
in your resonance,
This craze,
killing me.
for everything,
In that moment
was shattered
and broken.
my quivering hands
mesmerised
yet silenced
In praise.

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