Bolero
Melodic crescendo
You fore-player of my senses
You entice slowly, filling me up
with your tender notes
Unaware, I’m taken away from reality
I feel numb
My gaze becomes fixed, then, clouded images appear
I draw closer to them, timidly, almost in fear
As I join, their movements become mine
I step to and fro in rhythm increasingly timed
I dare not stop
Do not interrupt
In the distance, a figure I see
It follows like a shadow behind me
Without a touch, I feel his breath and embracing warmth
Our souls become braided like lovers in a heated moment
I surrender to him as your notes become intense
When it is final, I'm left with contentedness
Gently you return me to my now
Then, I smile as the sweetness of a thought remains

02/01/2012

Posted on 02/02/2012
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