Always on the periphery
Of many misunderstandings,
She slowly dances alone
Along the firelight’s flickered edge:
Almost blind,
Almost about to see.
Shadows sway the light
Back and forth like a lover’s
First dance. Neither’s willing
To take the lead; both desire
To surrender. Their bodies
Cleave each to each. She cannot
Read his intent, nor its
Inevitable consequence.
(December 26, 2017)
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