They said, mine own Queen Fairy, you dance now a days—and dance really well.
They took an oath and poured the words again and again to my burning eardrums—that, now, you could dance my Hearty; and you dance really well.
They murmured…they were all jubilant at the steps you marked on the dancing floor…the whirl of chiffon you wore…the resonance of the clapping hands—I could see you my Nymph…
…there, you made a move…you, circled the universe…I could see the radiant red of your cloths reflecting all around…I could see you Girl,…the claps are echoed through my ears—through my heart…
You dance before the Earth, before the pairs of praising eyes; Little Lady, mine own Fairy; you dance for all.
Staying apart, miles apart, I’m told: you dance really well.
You can dance these days.
Dance my Daughter, dance; I beg, dance for once, for me, dance for once in my dream—and let me see you dance…
…let me draw a kiss on your cheeks…on your forehead soft…
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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