The Dance

I felt the faint and the
young although I was not
a sense beyond the present
although it was not
You read the look
understood the signs
as I moved to you
in a song of seeking

Your words spread around
me, and  I lost my footing
My eyes closed, soft with
your breath upon them
I felt your song
knew the call in
this gambol of lust
but said little

The rhythm stopped
the  air was heavy
gyrations melted into you
pulling me with them
Febrile bodies
parted hesitantly
and I,  held helpless
glanced away.

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