The Dance

Intelligence in poetry
a maze of probability
But some parts blocked
By higher promises

A desire to dance
Tugs me along the paths
Propped up in the hallway
My partner masked

Swirl your tailcoats
Grasp my hand
Leave me breathless
Even bloodied as we sway
To the music of our scuffing feet

violins silenced
stars in attendance
As our pens skip

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