So was the dance
Flittering images
Hidden heat
From desperate bodies translucent
Fevered movements
In the shade
The masquerade
Secret World gone Cool
Forever burning hot
Turbulent thaw to separate
What is
And what is not
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She stood
Standing firm
Seeming
Beholding Beauty
Bewitches
Befuddles
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Approach
You don’t know
Was the cry
Or maybe
It was her
Knowing not
Or
Knowing only
All too well
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Fingertips finely fashioned
Layered lacquer red
Tracing touch around
The crystalline edge
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Fox and hound
Is difficult
When both play the fox
Making lies
Somehow truth
In a world desperate
For the desperate word
That lie
In
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While lips moved
Bodies stayed
Yet
Eyes danced
Furious
Longing
Furious
Binds of Cool world straining
Under
Tension for the friction
Of the longing touch
The savage burn
Of consuming lips
Emaciated from
But
Engulfed by
Necessary fiction
Disheveled truth
That in the other
Was the one who had seen them
Accepted them
Totally
For who they were
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Powerful pull
Constant
A drawing undertow
Boiling frozen sea
In this real cool world
Forever
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Forever…
At least
For now
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