a dancer, stilled on blades of ice collecting the rhythm to a symphony of breaths far below for she, with eyes resistant to a world can find such a place as barren as she to power to ignite forgotten steps thawed in the dance silent little daggers to her breast with fire they stake wantingContinue reading “thaw”

bewitching happenstance: a poem

She knew all along it was there dormant yet waiting to kiss the wanton air to dance out of the darkness to own the light to taste every demon and soar in its delight one day twas happenstance he came along singing to her soul a bewitching song that linked to every emotion she’d hidContinue reading “bewitching happenstance: a poem”

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