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Sunday, August 28, 2011
Passion Play @ 12:38 PM

Bodies gliding softly along the dance floor of life,
Gracefully moving toward one another then away again.
Both dance their own steps but completely in time with one another,
The beat changes and they move toward one another again.
An embrace, and a kiss as they swiftly move forward,
Long road trips of shared dreams and desires.
The soft sound of breathing as one fell asleep.
Beams of sunlight dance across a sleeping face,
A nimble kiss placed upon a smooth cheek.
Paintings and photos hung carefully,
Each one a moment remembered together.
A life completed by another,
A dance to join the two as one.
Smiles as hands slip into one another,
Stepping into the future together.



i shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:

two roads diverged in a wood, and i -
i took the one less traveled by,

and that has made all the difference.




the art of uncertainty.