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Click hereRendering my words into songs may, from the dance
Kiss damp orange music pulled away from the dance.
We touch as though we knew the absence of roses.
Touching again, we move in disarray from the dance.
I wipe a tear from the page where you are drawing,
Stringing lines to remove the bouquet from the dance.
Though you spoke to me of afters, not of nevers,
We move through green laughter as if we’d pray from the dance.
Overwhelmed by the frost on your kiln-fired brow,
I discern the porcelain sobriquet from the dance.
Reaching into the marigolds between us, think:
How the weather takes a holiday from the dance.
Loosen your frown, unbutton your anxieties;
Let this lover remove all dismay from the dance.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Cordelia,
I love your writing.. very talented, mesmerizing, artistic words.. thanks, buttafly