Capture

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 29, 2011


Our battle is a dark dance
encircling virtuoso's silhouettes,
assembled by a finger of obscene night's
mystical tryst; a secret inside now breaking further,
saving me from your fall and separate twist.
You whisper melodies, pumping the notes to activate
mind of nothingness, legs possessed by silk wings of magic.

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