Her Twinflame

Turning me “athlete” to scan some lines, your Yassyness? This your way to help me recall the times we waltzed (separately of course) I’d walk downtown to the civic center where a junior high school business math teacher gave ballroom dance lessons and I learned to undress my shy some times and while we never learned to tango, I felt some teasing from way East – or was it so far West it was East? This dance you write and share is so much a bubble of unsupressed joy and giggle I find us both bathing in teenage lives knowing all the while a world shares this – and their own interpretations interpenetrating mine and yours and theirs and ours. You gift so much, Your Ladyship. And you have more than earned my thanks and whatever can this humble step be called…Praise.


She sees his face in the white of moon
In azure reveries, she feels his soul holding her in the indigo of night ..
In the hush of sleep, his lips ignite in a moonbeams song..eyes caressed by starlight- humming a lullaby .. a jasmine rhapsody on a stardust cloud
She inhales the scent of his tranquility as he lulls her to the hues of the night
They breathe together to become complete
A sacred blending of two souls
Waltzing across the starlight.
In the light of dawn, as the sun laughs into her eyes
she finds a memory living in her heartbeat
a temptation of hope..
Flaming into an endless devotion.

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