AdroitTue, May 14, 2013 - 12:36 AM
I dance. Nimbler in age than youth!
Who knew?! That I would sense the shape of things.
Touch a woman perfectly with dark fading eyes.
I reach for a book. Knowing without looking.
Supra-natural, my senses are attuned.
My fingers close round efficiently.
Who Knew strong hands trained as a Warrior, an Athlete,
large battered hands could be so
dextrous, sound and firm. Knowing.
I danced round puddles pulling water.
She looked and marveled.
I felt strength while in awe of the slow smooth firm way
I danced between these realms.
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