I remember the magic flickering out
As I stood carelessly in your den
These butterflies were pale and uneasy
It wasn’t like the first day
I wanted to dance
Slow
Rebuke the doubt settling comfortably in your heart
Dance close
Hold your hand in mine
Move from side to side
Say something to remind you we were once in love
“You’re on one and three…”
You said
You taught me how to dance that night
--but that wasn’t the point
C.L. Jones
I think I've said this before, but in case I haven't, I really love your poetry...A LOT. You have a gift and I hope you're doing more to publicly establish yourself in this medium.
ReplyDeleteWow, thanks Maegen.:) I wish I were doing more, I really do.
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