Looking Through Stained Glass

Bravissimo
 
Your soft body curves
Reflecting
The arch of the moon

A graceful concave
counterpart
to my own convex

The look in your eyes
Pure rapture
Echoes my own heat

Movement lithe, supple
redefines
This act of passion

Accelerando
Staccato
We give and we take

All too soon our dance
Crescendos
But the heat remains

As the curtain vales
The applause
Is quite thunderous

Almost shyly, we
Disengage
Take our poses, bows

To them our ballet
Just an act
Another performance

Limpid yet breathless
You and I
Oh! We know better



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