Naked Dance
That dance in the dark.
Naked.
Sacred.
Fired more than a spark.
Your tongue,
We clung
In desperate release.
We ached
And quaked
Until the rhythm did cease,
Of a quenched love.
Above
A candlelit ceiling.
Feeling
Spent.
Lent
Was ecstasy.
Deep in my memory
To heat my cold nights,
My heart yearned a shooting star.
Emotions crash,
Swords slash
Leaving a lovers scar
- Of exquisite pain.
Now I rack my brain.
How to take a train
And go back.
There's a crack
In the sky.
Plese take a chance
And merge with me.
Where we can die.
In naked dance.
poem by Kevin East
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