a dance in love
partners barely touching
face to face
or back to back
moving and gliding
like wind whistling
through meddows.
No longing, no grabbing, no holding,
just breaths melting
into oneness or nothingness.
a dance in love
with no beginning or no end
the comfort of an ever present friend
a learning and a yearning
a game of hide and seek
a song that comes unbidden
a voice that need not speak
Ganoba
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