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This is Part I of a journey with fellow poet Shell Heller(
http://www.geocities.com/shell_heller/index.html0 )for whose co-operation and inspiration I am eternally grateful In this dross drab noisy room I tasted electricity in the air Turning saw her straight away Standing so seductively there She felt my gaze Felt my fire Shivered slightly At my desire senses fine-wire taut, i felt charged air kiss thought with unexpected heat, too vague to understand, too deep to alter or avert softgaze from the knowing that he had already touched me, broken through the noise of commonplace … I couldn't tear my gaze from her face As I tried to work my way to her side across this emotionally charged room suddenly seeming a continent wide I stood beside her Couldn't speak Urgent desire Making me weak around me voices fell into another world, fading echoes meaningless and empty, distance had dissolved so fast and there he was beside me as i stood my ground yet fell into his silent gaze of unspoken thoughts that spilled bright colours wild between us changing room and heart into a promise smiling with new secrets mood indigo oozed and flowed gently round this transformed jazz club floor moulded bodies touching screaming yelling signalling great need for more held each in the others' arms we danced cheek to cheek will the spell be broken when finally we speak the music never left the moments as we stood in silent invitation to each other's dance, indeed it seemed we were the music as he drew me to the center of its composition and we slid into the raw of othersound where every note was a touch as quickly met by our response as it breathed pure need, desire and transformation. i could not tell what was sound and what was flesh but his arms around me said it was ok to let go of everything that held me wire-taut inside myself Vote for this poem
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