So gravidly,
and with all the patience,
I study every turn,
and I dare to jump into the nonsense.

A levitating script,
a simplicity, a madness,
the caress of the wind
with the time it invites.

Your hands are verses,
and my dance tenses...
the impudence of my days...

Another becoming,
while the beat screams,
new rebellions rise.

One step and one jump,
with the slenderness of my height,
I reach low tones...
the night awaits its divine burden.

One round and more,
we decided instantly,
that tied without a trace,
our still awake mistakes...

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Published on Thursday, October 15, 2020.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • Lux On Saturday, October 17, 2020, Lux (308)By person wrote:

    The tone here is soft, the words soft...but the delivery is sharp. I enjoyed this muchly.

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