Writing For G.O.T

She Dances (B&W Final Cut #43)

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she curves as if turning
from her human shape
into petals flapping to music
to hide the secrets
of honeybees, fusing life
into motion,
dipping and soaring
like a single cell
but flesh nevertheless

and in her eyes the distance
of thin birds sliding
backwards and forwards,
into clouds, then prancing
upon the coils of grass
as the smooth, sad curve
of her cheeks show
shadows of votive candles
for another vanishing dream
etched with her initials

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43. She danced as if she were floating and her face showed...