Silhouettes dancing together in shadows
The platinum lens of the moons glare
Thrown photons through the glitter floor
Our bare foot harmonies tantalised trails
Spoke less, jaw to jaw, lips touching, wet
Circular ribbons flown compound curves
Encapsulating whole bodies demanded
Focussed the flow of thoughts pooling
In our vortex passion, the storm sweeps
The eye closes as Cupid’s bows brush.
Pirouette perfection, bound in centrifuge
Rotational evolution. Spin out pollutants
Condensation from us fuses into clouds
Spun to dance in the precipitation drops
That followed our raging rant skywards
Saturated in emotional embrace’s care
Unified pulses rising as cores convene
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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