An Intimate Dance

An Intimate Dance

We give of ourselves

So freely

Losing our innocence

As well as our minds

All in the guise of love

Discovering our frailty

As broken shells that crumble

Beneath each pirouette

And all too late, we notice

The music box has stopped

Our hands long to rewind

The tune as well as the time

Yet, fingers bleed from thorns

Held for far too long

Each petal dried and gone

Somehow, the sweet scent lingers

About this silhouette

That slowly glides across the floor

Resuming the familiar dance

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on February 9, 2015, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Melancholy

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  2. Beautiful. Reminds me of my poem, “The Pawnshop.” Check it out under my Poetry on my website. Thanks for following me as well as we weave our webs in the sacred spiral.

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    • Thank you, LaVancia. Sorry, but I could not find your poem on your web page. Perhaps you can give me the link so I can read it.


      • You’re right! I haven’t listed it yet; however, I will do so now by adding it to the list of “Poetry from Past Life” located under the Poetry heading. I apologize for misleading you. I really thought I had it on here. Sorry about that Kay. Will correct my mistake at once.


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