When I Close My Eyes...
Allowing the tinkling
Romance to dance
Ethereally into eternity
His
Fingers floating,
Caressing spells
Across those ancient ivories
With the inspiration of Chopin
My mood no longer
Entrenched in worldly
Black
And white
Realities
Only
Gentleness
T ickling my soul
Royal peacock feathers
Flirting
And
Charming
In fullest delight
Sipping
Champagne’s
Sweetest bouquet
Inebriating
Lover’s paired - hearts
A shower
Of purest
White
Rose petal’d
Messages
Ensue
The dancer’s
Embrace
Chased
Into magically
Mystical
Ecstasy …
(The Mountaintop Cabin
December 14,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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