
Saturday, December 05, 2020
EACH TIME SHE LOOKS AT ME
Each time she looks at me
I hear wild distant music
Something from another
Ancient place and time
When fire and passion
And a mystic dance at
The edge of darkness
Resolved itself into an
Intimacy in the shadows
Beyond the reaches of the light.
Labels: dance, donovan baldwin, fire, music, passion, poem, poetry