In the dazzle, its you and I.
Lately we haven't being seeing eye to eye.
So let me lighten up the mood with the soothing sounds of my heart beat.
To the beat, let's dance.
Offering my open hand in hopes of a dance.
My fingers elongated...attempting to reach.
To build a bridge between my partner and I.
So that, we too, can be one.
The tingling sensation arousing my emotions.
Causing my cerebral to spark abstract images.
Of which I need help in interpreting,
I'm striving for meaning.
As there is no "I" in Number3. No "I" in team but there is a "I" in Ink.
So help I, to see.
Come closer in between my fingers.
Let me embrace your frame and explore it.
Dance with me.
Let the a4 be our dance floor.
Let's make a simple routine of twists and twirls, letters in words, bring meaning.
Dance with me.
Number3
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The Immortal Wize says: This is a firecracker! |
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love_supreme says: This is so tight! |
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2b2b2 says: Superb Capture....BRAVO!! |
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mlowe5 says: Write on Brother. Just remember, the fertilized words that give birth to the poetic emotions---the poem---the child of the poet---must themselves develop into fullness before they can go into labor and give birth. Thus is the nature of a pregnant poetic mind. As you wish the words to dance with you, they are waiting to be asked: "Dance with me." Great write. Dance on, my Brother! Peace, Love and Liberation. |
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hymnagen says: Nicely done |
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BoRhyme says: Very Creative! Explosive Imagery!!! Yes Sir!!! |
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