By EKPoet
Here, in this darkened room,
I find myself wanting you
A piece of pure light,
A curved shape
Against the straight lines
And Shadows
And I dream of you,
Dancing, beautiful
In the way that women are beautiful,
As the moonlight shines
And as a dance comes to life
In fragile, intense movements
You embody the music,
Excorsizing the statues of my spirit
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