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Description
smoke rings in the dark
shadows dance across the wall
strange how they resemble two lovers
intertwined with one another
within the melodious spell
of candlelight and wine
of complete inhibition
a tango perhaps
or maybe a waltz
playing out before my solemn eyes
as though affording me a show

upon the canvas of white
the shadows lean in for a kiss
their mouths become connected
while their souls unite as one
lips caressing lips
conveying unspoken messages
of love and passion
desire and longing
as though they possess no voice
with which to say it aloud

i watch as though a voyeur
a jealous man with a fickle heart
a wayward paramour
left to admire another's bliss
through the back and forth exchange
of kisses mixed with dance steps
touches that explore the face
the neck, the shoulders
the hips, the chest
while two bodies take hold of each other
not wishing or willing to let go

until the shadows drift
the light changes; the seasons change
the dancers become embroiled within
the tides of fate, the riddle of
the shifting passage of time
some shadows remain, but the lovers
dissipate as the smoke
from my cigarette
fading from my jealous gaze
becoming memories upon my mind

leaving me sitting there
just as alone as i'd been before
left to watch dying embers
of days and years without the sight
of those two lovers
and their brazen, foolish dance
their deep affection
and their passion.
caught within the slow passage of time
longing to recapture the dances
i once shared with you.

Description
smoke rings in the dark
shadows dance across the wall
strange how they resemble two lovers
intertwined with one another
within the melodious spell
of candlelight and wine
of complete inhibition
a tango perhaps
or maybe a waltz
playing out before my solemn eyes
as though affording me a show

upon the canvas of white
the shadows lean in for a kiss
their mouths become connected
while their souls unite as one
lips caressing lips
conveying unspoken messages
of love and passion
desire and longing
as though they possess no voice
with which to say it aloud

i watch as though a voyeur
a jealous man with a fickle heart
a wayward paramour
left to admire another's bliss
through the back and forth exchange
of kisses mixed with dance steps
touches that explore the face
the neck, the shoulders
the hips, the chest
while two bodies take hold of each other
not wishing or willing to let go

until the shadows drift
the light changes; the seasons change
the dancers become embroiled within
the tides of fate, the riddle of
the shifting passage of time
some shadows remain, but the lovers
dissipate as the smoke
from my cigarette
fading from my jealous gaze
becoming memories upon my mind

leaving me sitting there
just as alone as i'd been before
left to watch dying embers
of days and years without the sight
of those two lovers
and their brazen, foolish dance
their deep affection
and their passion.
caught within the slow passage of time
longing to recapture the dances
i once shared with you.