New stories

The dance of words
circle. The eyes, strutting
under the enchantment once
described as tango – later addressed
as love. Shaken by laughter, they stumble
and wake to new silences, all on this
sturdy bridge; one predicated
on those smiles and stares.
There is much unsaid
that need not be.
Lest his reality
arrives.

They chased each other;
all day, through alleys,
planes, desires, jabs,
and good nights.

New stories are volatile

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