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You love to dance with the dead,
tango warm in the dark
and beguiling,
as your slippers
barely skim the night
under the willow spun moon.
You let them lead you
and pull you close
and gently trace
the blues of your face,
where stars hunt and steal
like shadow puppets.
You let them court you
like lovers
and  bed  you,
the intimate twitch
of your silk
parting under fingers
that beg to touch your memories.
You let them explore
and feast on
the mystery of your limbs
as they fall against the sky,
watching you move
like a ghost
out under the slippery elms,
plucking ragged fire
from your youth.
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Prompt - dance

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:iconvillenueve:
I love the whole poem my friend,especially the raw images you have painted so perfectly!...superb work my friend! :iconiworshipplz:

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:iconponddreamer:
"under the willow spun moon..." Oh I love that. Very macabre piece. Love it.

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"There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your hearts desire.
The other is to get it."

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:iconlosingmyfaith:
great imagery! i liked it (:

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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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i love the poem, it keeps reminding me of the movie "The Corpse Bride" and the gorgeous piano duet. great work! :D

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To sleep, perchance to Dream...
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

(William Blake - Auguries of Innocence)
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reminds me of me

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love it.someone took the innocent child out of me and turned me into a woman.your poem reminds me of it..

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:icontime-warrior:
Awesome!

... so like a warm undulating fog caught up by a lazy breeze, slowly taking the night as it lifts from the storm drench, saturated ground, reflecting joy in a rolling dance of existence, a pleasurable gift gleaned from fiercest of summer storms ...

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Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
:iconsilentplea:
very eloquent :rose:

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~Shelley

What lies behind us
And what lies before us
Are small matters compared to
what lies within us

~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
:iconessenique:
Very nice piece of writing! It has a nice flow to it and great imagery! Love it!

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