Thursday, December 9, 2021

Slowly...Nancy Neithercut...





Without moving

Or standing still

Love opens its wings

And swallows you 

She is rough and tender

Her teeth are beautiful slender knives

Eviscerating all ideas of life 

Of love...

She sings 

Without words 

Or melody 

Or silence...

When you look in the mirror

You can see her empty eyes

When I look at you 

I recognize her beauty

Our eyes are filled with each other’s tears 

And we waltz her shinning shadow

Light into light 

Dark into dark

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