Does poetry have to move you, to move you?

[hp...swimming in it]

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Scenes of Movement

Soft souls crossing
The dance begins in scenes
Finger points connect
Smooth palms matching
Arms turn down and roll
Symbiotic lovers spin

Down come the walls
Supine symmetry
Frozen face to face
Magic slips from tragic
Legs twisting to fit
Weights balanced in space

Soul to soul now
Silent madness ensues
The two helpless
Locked in scene
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