As our partners trace their graceful arabesques above

They pause; stoop down to guide our own more rustic figure

And thus we weave the skeins of new-found love.

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Emerging from our past lives’ wreckage, our fondest dreams stove

In; what should we do but grow love from grief? How else endure

As our partners trace their graceful arabesques above?

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Your lambent eyes spark tender mischief; your dulcet lips move

Mine to heave profoundly lovelorn sighs, impassioned and impure

And thus we weave the skeins of new-found love.

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Along your steep-bowed curving hips my swift hands rove

And we make life-affirming love; our steps grow firm and sure,

As our partners trace their graceful arabesques above,

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Locked fierce together, till passion’s spent, till it behove

Your lovely dead horse to ride once more

And thus we weave the skeins of new-found love.

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Slow we grasp our four-hand measure, tough as it may prove

Finding life again, companionship and pleasure

As our partners trace their graceful arabesques above

And thus we weave the skeins of new found love.

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TD

2018