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dancers reward
Posted On 06/05/09 @ 09:20 AM by Salome
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The Dancers reward His words do block the light of sense
and thrust my ears into eclipse.
The air between the two is bent
For light of sense shines on his lips.
Yet sound nor 'llumination makes
the journey from your thoughts to mine.
The air about my ear drums shakes
with vibrations not come from thine.
They all see your twisting tounge,
your outstretched fingers almost dust,
the way your yellowed eyes are hung
and assume your minds cracked with rust.
I see the light upon you priest,
I hear a beat of wings sonewhere;
Approaching as the dancer pleas
and you warn wings beat on the air.
the moon demands her one reward,
accuses me of fearing you!
I offer all I can afford
as I don't know why but......
I do.
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