that whisks me off
to you.
I twist and twirl,
soar and swirl.
I will not lay
until I've bridged.
When I graze your cheek,
like fingertips
or soft lips,
dissolve into air
and dance with me.
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"So, will you dance for me?" Kevin Devine Fingerprints and Photographs
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