You remind me of the most intricately
hand carved purple heart wood door frames
incense lacing the joists
flames flicker to dancing shadows revealing
the swirling smoke in sliding glimpses
superfluous sultry down tempo rhythms
akin to the still fragrance of sacred space
a dancer in the dark spinning wildly forever
you break like beauty spilling fluidly
appearing and disappearing like waking dreams
slotted between the slates of subconscious meditation
memory so vivid I can still feel the warm dancing
shadows of your feet and legs skimming through
the living room and kitchen to find my lower limbs
in the hallowed place of our bed.
In those moments girl we twist together
so perfectly and in those wanted memories
it is there I find the words that one day I will have said...
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