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My beloved is dancing
she twirls on chemical reactions in the brain
pirouettes into pools of serotonin
pools of oxytocin.
Amateurs pluck heartstrings
where she glides her bow along,
playing somber melodies of December nights,
symphonies written before the world was numb.
We turn our backs to each other,
dance on separate stages,
distanced dimensions
and our movements mirrored
as if we were dancing as one.
One thinks, the other feels
Both regret, neither rages
When the curtains draw back
like hands wiping away tears
A new dance begins.
she twirls on chemical reactions in the brain
pirouettes into pools of serotonin
pools of oxytocin.
Amateurs pluck heartstrings
where she glides her bow along,
playing somber melodies of December nights,
symphonies written before the world was numb.
We turn our backs to each other,
dance on separate stages,
distanced dimensions
and our movements mirrored
as if we were dancing as one.
One thinks, the other feels
Both regret, neither rages
When the curtains draw back
like hands wiping away tears
A new dance begins.
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This is a beautiful poem