Dance
A melody
unlike any other message we bring
played on the depths of inner heartstrings
riding on the bow of a soulful violin;
notes beating along tight drum skins
rumbling in the trees upon the winds,
trembling lightly in the eyes teared,
a tease in life's orchestra played
easing time to a slow waltz charade;
arms and bodies tight entwined
bonding the movements less sublime;
dance with me,
a last synchronizing of two hearts
dance once more before we part,
one last flawless alluring spark;
tenderly rest your lips against my cheek
with secrets revealed now indiscrete
this is a final goodbye to love.
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