The lines of your dance are moving to form
a script on the horizon—the subtle line
of pearls above your head, your stretched arms
so delicately oriented. Along your spine
I've counted out the rhythms of a dance
of lights in the broad heavens. I should tell
no man: your breath and eyes, this great trance
I'm overcome by—the way the stars all fell
as the Sun rose, the way there is no end
to the ocean or the sky. You've opened wide
your arms to receive colored light that bends
around the clouds and trees. I hold your side
and trace its lines, I feel the plain warmth
of your love moving within a simple form.
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