Wednesday, June 21
the dance
dance with me now
and let the rain fall
there is a quiet inside our moment together
which could give us shelter
and your arms tracing circles and all
the flashing desires in your eyes
drift away in silence
when you've let go of the sound
preceding this whirl
that I entangle you in now
and blur your vision with colors
of the permanent.
(painting is dance of life by edvard munch)
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5 comments:
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we can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind, something something something...
*people dancing in medieval setting*
'The Safety Dance' - Men Without Hats, I believe.
yes yes
perfect picture to compliment the poem...or was it the other way around?
found the picture later, and thanks. -meta
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