The dance in your eyes
never ceased to fascinate
me:
a tender chiaroscuro
that veiled volcanic
flames
whose intense fervour did
not scorch
the quaint cadence of the
heard music.
What is it that you seek:
an oasis in the desert?
the alchemy for
transmuting pain?
the touch that releases
the music
lying captive in tortured
veins?
Whatever that be,
I love the God
you created
or discovered
in the little space
between you and me.
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