You’ll never know me

if you think you can take part.

I come only whole.

With gathering greys,

scars, story, flights of laughter,

and underground music..

with blood warmth,

silence, pause, grit and flame,

summer evening touch and wintered sight,

wrinkles, stumbles, pirouettes, wordplay,

curve of neck and sigh…

Beyond misunderstood desire,

I will be invisible.

If ever you decide you can bring

all of you here,

we can dance.

This is two

creating a third.

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