Reflections on Smoke

Elegantly,

she asked me to dance

    without words, just

an outstretched delicate arm,

maybe too delicate for “outstretched.”

 

In awe I stood, as she

faded into the night,

taking with her my love and

my happiness. 

 

How addicted I am,

to fastening the two, to

think in only that light. 

 

It is to feel at all where love should go. 

 

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