Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Gabrielle Roy

The flush of color on your skin
The sharp intake of air
Stars have aligned for this
A brush of chance contact
Electrified in a stolen moment
The room begins to spin out of control
Faster and faster as courage builds
People become blurs of joy
Light and shadow dance in frenzy
And a weight drops to my feet
Drowning in the movement
Trying to find my breath
Gasping for air
As my lungs fill with confusion
And finally I succumb to my fate
And sink
Sink into your fleeting perfect love

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