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Feeling the Beat (a Cento)
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2006 Poetry Leading this dance
to the throb of my heart
and buried
in the joyous rapture.
Upon the thunder
and flash growling,
I don't need a sign
to be yours.
Your rays and mine
will glow far,
casting skyward
in our Lady's eyes.
Come to me,
my darling
in the light of the moon.
Thoughts dance
in the ebony spaces,
dripping through
the sieve of whys.
One of the reasons
this night was destined,
now so far beyond
our recall.
Quiet comfort
on a cold night,
feeling the beat
flooding me.
Words by:
wolfspiritshadow
Metalcove
ottermonkey
passionaterider
snapper1313
scorpfemale
Secret Desire
Arrangement by:
Philip N. Carcione
