Softly, his fingers
caress piano keys –
lost in a melody
Swan-like she drifts
across the dance floor,
enchantment in motion
Their love is like this –
wordlessly he manipulates,
gracefully she capitulates.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Oh, how well you write of many relationships, VJ! π
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Thanks, Susi!
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You’re welcome, dear!
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beautiful imagery Vj! π
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Thanks!
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Beautiful β€πΉ
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Thanks π
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Oh, I love the twist!
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Thanks π
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Most welcome!
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Ouch
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π
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Oh, my! That last stanza changed the dynamics of the previous stanzas. Very well done.
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Thanks.
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Wow, what a twist. Lovely and thought provoking.
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Thanks π
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The act of, dancing, embracing one another, to, express how we feel, about, one, another…so beautiful!
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Thanks π
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I guess that would be the opposite of one of the best book titles I’ve ever seen: Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit. π§
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Lol. That is a good one
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That third stanza was unexpected. Well done!
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I’m not sure if I’m interpreting this right, but I sense more control here than love…
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Definitely something at play, lol
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Itβs like a love song.
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Thanks π
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