Two time lover

At best I could resist you with a nod,
A turn of the cheek, and when there's music.
I'd duck my head and shuffle to the beat,
We'd touch to say that we were here tonight.
But we'll both fade before tomorw comes.
I'll dance though I've got promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep. Let's go!
I told her I worked late in the studio.
This much was true but then you were there.
I'd mark the pale white canvas with my thoughts
Of you and then I'd want to hide my love
In twisted lines and crypitic shaded verse.
This double love is difficult to keep
With two to please, I never get my sleep.

Dancing By Firelight

The storm outside echoes the heart within.
Your breast trembles with the night's gentle breath,
And soft ground stares up. wordless affection.
My vacant eyes know your dancing vision
And still recall the phantom ghosts of night.
Amongst our vacant selves, both of us know,
You have your one constant in life, This dance!
And last, this woman draws the night in,
Enfolding us in darkness, her secret.
Phantom thought, antiquated beauty's breath
Flickers at your feet while you draw fire in.
Just ghosts, my thoughts, of beauty's last exit,
Divided by the thunder and the flash,
Still dancing you and she act out a name,
The union of the darkness and the flame.

Alphabets of Night

Have I but known you, loved you
Just your thought your breath
And you known the unsaid thought
Under the ground of thought, alphabets.
Under your perfect self,
You love the one breath
I, a stranger amongst your thoughts
I have your constance, you, your name.

Together, like pure makers of the night
Phantom appearance tells about ghosts. Existing
Is like fictional dancing described.
Our vision united must draw stares.
Ladies described and she of this same seeming.

Existing person, antiquated concern
Fine, I'm a muse tonight, her's in a sense,
Last in the described Self.
Why complain of lies?
As one, I muse beauty's night. both must dance.
As a vacant one, this seems Existing
divided heart and flesh a way.
depths can't plumb affection.
My fiction dancing subsided
While she still dreams
And what about her? Both night and words strung
The stares. Woman with woman by the act

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