Non-Erotic PoetrySwan's FeetShe is as graceful as the dawn
Lithe as the wind
Fluid as a river
To watch her dress
is to watch an angel put on wings
She moves through a crowded room
like a whisper through leaves
Her every move, motion, gesture and glance
is poetry put into form
I marvel at her
And yet I wonder,
how it can be
that my toes cry out for mercy
when we dance?
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