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Blind Dance

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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.
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TheYoke's avatar
This is a beautiful poem :)