Sunday, March 1, 2009

witching hour

The lilted bloom
of spring approach.
Dark batting lashes,
flirtatious smiles.
Once music enchanted
now platonic endures.
Whistle and lyric
and laughter bound.
Efficacious rhymes
echo dancing feet.
In witching hour--
midst swirling storms.
Toothy grins from
cheek to cheek.
I dance, I dance!
Across your face
Over you and under you,
I spin and tap
and clap in time.
Treading and twirling
These violent stilts,
Aloft our parting hearts.

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