Monday, August 17, 2009

pas de deux

broken hearts and wounded pride
a strangely moving midnight ride
black of night they darkly move
an unknown thing was finally proved

passing words in form of trance
a heavy thought in just a glance
speeding on they run the edge
upon their private mental ledge

magic mirrors told the scene
knifing thoughts are sharp and keen
hand in hand exploring youth
sharing love and sharing truth

lovely lovers they once had been
as if they had a common skin
now chemistry's no longer real
their hearts too torn to ever heal

1980

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