Sunday, January 23, 2005

#62 Irène or Forbidden Literature

Levity & lemonade
for dinner. What changed
your mind? No matter.
I went along with your
desire to dance. Pushed
the stairway into a corner
of the room to give
us more of it. You
moved around me. I
kept time by ringing out
the rhythm on the bell
balanced above my finger.
Your first steps reiterated
your name. What else
they wrote there
I am not allowed to tell.

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