Only the Dancer
By evangelina
you see her twirling in the garden of gardenias, becoming a dancer that gets lost in the silent blue-green skies. her eyes are closed to embrace the bright day of the sun, as you wish you could be by her side as the one who holds her hand as her image thrills you to the very existence in which you stand. breathless emotion begins to rush through both bodies in a different kind of bliss and yet both of them longing for something they can't see rising to the moment. waiting for something so much more. her rythym begins to slow and you wonder why she looks so frightened as she begins to fall among the silky touch of what has surrounded her with much flavor. you run to her, hoping to pick her up from the depths that she has fallen to. eyes brimming with tears, as you realize it's too late, with only a wish to rewind and take a chance at beating Fate with it's own thread. one gentle, feather-like kiss with her last...breath. this lovely dancer, who has taken your soul with her, has become an eternal drink of death.describes a painting of mine Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 06:27 AM PST 0 • 1
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