a ballerina's silken slipper
on an ancient, worn wooden floor
hands gliding across your skin
soft, smooth, delicate and quaking
moving through time
never in a straight line
don't leave me lying here alone
I still feel your touch, like hot wax
running down the side of my soul
I feel you take me
under the weight of y(our) love
god damn the life we've lived
tortured and repaired by our love
flying over it all with broken wings
your touch...healing and forgiving
I feel the rust on my love fall away
stolen hearts and purloined kisses
memories of pain caused (and endured)
I know...you are where I am meant to be
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