crackling of the needle on
vinyl as it spins,
buoyancy in exaltation
moonlight thin between us
illuminates, chasm filled, as
boundless we sway
swarm, they come, and falls of
harpies snatch our fears
by gust, their doom
let’s dance my love, in melody
soft of song and touch, as if
always it must be
we, entwined
(fineartamerica.com)
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