He is like a violent dancer
Moving poetry, strong and warm
He sways to his own rhythm
An ever fluid form
He surges like a wave
Yet has a grace to match the wind
An ever billowing power
Yet he knows just when to bend
He glides like a cat
Seamless movement of his limbs
The swell before the leap
Just like the breath before a hymn
For he flows just like a dancer,
Wheeling like a dove
And yet his force is like a tempest
My violent dancing love
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
