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when i’m tongue tied
or just self-conscious
i go to a higher place
far away from appearances
undisturbed by habitual thoughts
where words won’t get in the way
where play speaks louder than words
where reverie takes flight

i want a dance partner
someone like you
who gets lost in ecstasy
whose arms sway and circle
as if predetermining the next move
just being free
light and unafraid
where each stanza rhymes
to the rhythm of love’s ache

~ vincenzo