Quickset Quicksand
One name reigns brain aflame, revolves unreined, tight beamed insight
enters, departs, returns round rim, fills brim, spills love's delight.
Light dances, then's sucked out of sight, vibrates as violin
or whirlpool spool top spinning, oscillating out and in.
Shared aims set souls on lightning spin all else forgotten quite,
too long apart, two twin, impart heart whole to reunite
minds' roundabout which flows without Time's sands, yet stays within,
with inhibitions' bowling pins to skittles knocked - win/win.
(22 April 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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