Wandering Soles


At the end of hope,

All else is buried.

Except a favorite memory.

Dancing in your underwear-

Liberated and yourself.

That night my heart,

Beating differently and more effortlessly

Than before.

The music pierced through me,

Into my soul.

It over-took me as I let go.

All meaning before insignificant in comparison.

Our naked cores laid bare.

Only substance remaining.

Riding the same wavelength of time.

My love of mine.

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