Words released from tongue and fingers
remain wild and wondering
Pale and pure flesh dances
- to mindful thoughts and games
Movement mimed in time with strength
Waited for patiently, willingly
A process known, yet not pre-empted
in this shade of possession
There are no hidden corners
Just darkness
Enlightened by a smile
as the door closes.
~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008
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