(come
what sorrow can
it cannot countervail the exchange of
joy
that one short minute gives me in her
sight – shakespeare)
oozing
essence of evermore
i
lead you unto the dance floor
with
hand in hand and hands on hips
cheek
to cheek becomes lips to lips
parts
of the eye lack light receptors
missing
frames in the projector
they
say the brain fills in the blanks
for
this sweet mercy i give thanks
that
god within his wisdom knew
if
i could behold all of you
i’d
be vanquished, helpless quarry
exposed
to your shekinah glory
we
end the dance within a dip
i
hold you there until my lips
capture
yours for one more kiss
moments
like these are reminisced
so
in this moment i will linger
with
my ring upon your finger
***
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