Tuesday, August 17, 2010

In the interim

 So I've been away

dancing on the tip of the evening moon,

the days passed me by
like the smoke rolls down the tongue
when you let it out real slow.

it goes out dancing
tapping ever so slightly
like your personal belly dancer,
sashaying for your pleasure
and then one last bow at the tip
a little tease,
and out it goes.

fluttering with the wind of the conditioner

And I promise to come back real soon with much much more.

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