By The dance lessons were not working.
Wings kept melding, longing for each other’s fingers-
Planets interplaying in a destiny that our feet knew not.
In the same old ballroom, always returning
Eyes kept looking for the subtle magic triggers-
We simply failed to see the humans’ knot.
We tried to learn the snake’s smooth crawling.
Feet he had not and yet
He danced his body into the packed with dancing students set.
Into the skies our love kept dancing.
She knew the steps our bodies only tried to learn-
But failed to live her holy vibes upon return.
The dance lessons were not working, still.
How many lifetimes are needed to get skilled?
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For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays
The line for this week is:
The dance lessons were not working.
