Dancing in the silence between notes - flipside B

Dancing in the silence between notes

Palm to palm
we stand
trying not to
fall together.
Morning fog blows
between our bodies
connecting
me with you
though we try not to
touch.

Walk with me
in the shadow of ancient trees whose cool wisdom
collects in our arms like stained-glass
leaves of autumn.

Breathe softly
in the darkness when
stars dance at our fingertips
in the patterns
we paint together.

Like twirling glass
figures, or butterflies brushing
their feathers against our skin,
our dreams perch gently in our hands.
Perhaps we should
not touch them.

Never just-friends, but
always-friends
walking
somewhat near to one another.

We reflect the glow of small suns
born from the sharing
of selves.

The heat of
your hand near mine,
palm to palm,
warms me. I stand
straighter, stronger,
but close to you, barely
breathing, trying
not to fall
together.

1990

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