The Dance Poem by Gerald Sedillo
The Dance
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Into subtle minuets
grace, I lay my hand upon her
face. Dances upwards with
the moon, smiles that lighten the dimly
lit room. The stars so high
gleen joy; emerald her eyes, not
coy. Mirror lakes that shine
as glass, next to me in my arms
on grass. The wind, it's gift,
the chill, pushes closer Karla,
its thrill. The night is clear
this late. Me and her at
the lake.
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