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In words of nature, dance and love we dwell
Wearing flowered tunic of syllables
Undressing fragrant blossoms as our spell —
Melting rhythms are cast in parables.

Liquid moonbeams: intense liquor to drink
Movements mixing, one part sensuous dream —
No more to sip than our joy turned to ink
One more part shaken, this vulnerable scheme.

In passion's kiss we'll surrender the heart
Transparent vows sealed in golden romance
Soaring in wet skies, our tongue becomes art
Ecstatic, flying, in untiring trance.

Our thirsty network of roots whet their feet
Savouring love's sugar, in dance— complete.

 © Minerva Bloom

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