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After The Dance



After the dance

Your eyelids tasted of sweet rubies

And in your ivory hand

With delicate fingers of stone

You held a ribbon of moonlight

A kaleidoscopic promise of certain splendour

Of branches spun from your hair

Of stars caught in the beaks of hummingbirds

Who quietly sit on your thoughtful shoulders

Of crystal teeth and china thighs and ankles of bleached willow

Of shadows thrown from outrageously tall deserted buildings

Standing in vacant yet pensive squares

Whilst our love stabs the hearts of passing glass statues

And your mirrored breasts smile enigmatically at the dark crescent moon



25-28 October 2009

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