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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Dance With Me

Dance with me
Hear that jazz play
We will be
redeemed in the sway

Let the others make way
I deem this night ours
These few hours

In your affection
Do not be remiss
I long for the perfection
of your kiss

Let the others see our bliss
Don't miss the chance
Hold me and dance.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Get Listed for Feb.: Absent
and Play It Again Toads, Rhyme Royal