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Oh, what the dark doth bring to light I felt her body close to mine, the place Was dark, there was no light, a heat That bore magnetic pull, ‘Would I like To dance’? 'You bet I would’. God, let The mystery last I thought, too soon The truth, too soon the walk, too soon The quenching of the fire, too soon The dawn, too soon the lie.
Oh, what the dark doth bring to light, Where hands are eyes and touch is Sight, a fabric spun so very thin, where E're I touched, I touched her skin. If she Were dressed, then dressed in what, In gossamer or gold leaf swatch? In Cloth no more than starlit sheen, less Weight, less substance, than a dream.
Two seconds from a pulse collapse, My wrists are wet, my heartbeat fast, A cardiac arrest comes next, my heart Has stopped, no pulse, I checked. The Room was full, the music loud, she Said 'I need your love right now', so Little space, but just enough, what
We did, we did, standing up.
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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