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I have danced, alive and alone,
measured steps on stone tiles
until feet blue and numb
I've come to rest against
the walnut newel post.
It was then I saw you move,
my shadow lover who
caresses, not my body
but my soul.

As mysterious in inky shade
you glide and I slide into
the exstacy of time
choreographed to a nameless tune.

My lips part and before me I see
my life in vapour float and reach.
You take each moisture
as I flake onto the floor
my breath stilled from the
pressure point, indented
from an invisible hand.

Then at last I am lifted,
a winter sun emerges.
The dance resumes
this time my feet are
in perfect synchronicity,
no longer cold and blue
for I have risen far above
the ether now my ballroom.

You can't take my dreams
impregnated in these walls.
My memory shall be
imprinted upon
my lonely shadows killer.

Poetry by Elle