One step at any time

I come on to this tune

of life, love and death.

My heart listens to where

your muscles wanna be taken.

The knees twist on the music

of Stephane Grappeli’s violin.

To which oozes of strings

I hand swirl upon swirl,

of love unfolding in dance;

where marks of our slipstream

become drawings of kisses thousandfold.

Vince

8–1–2016

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