The dance
The dance
is my command
of language soft and smooth
that's used through every time and place
where love exists in our abandoned world.
As I embrace your manly chest
a splash of joy in me
gives rhythm to
the dance.
And I
recall the day
you gave a friendly smile
and tied me up to your divine,
enchanted world. My body I oblige
to rest upon your heavy arm
as we advance the dance
that makes us you
and I.
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