some love dances by as a sinewy lace one time
chased by a soft zephyr it paces back and forth
within my twilight mind
and rides up on the maelstrom of the night
it wraps and locks itself to every sigh
this twine its every kiss each lover leaves behind
set to rivet nervous fingers to a bind
I find it laced together my design
this sinewy dancer of the sleepy night
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