ʈhe sl❂w dance

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June 25 by The Running Son

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/slow-dance-rabi-khan.html


Slow Dance
by Rabi Kahn click4source

 

ʈhe sl❂w dance

Love.
It’s got this grip on me,
afflicting me, a spring-time
symphony; really, the only music
even fit for me. No minor falling chords,
no keys can dampen my needing you:
you feed old burnings
deep down
inside of me.

Used to be
summer
was the only spring
still warming cold mornings.
Now snows, and cold winds blowing
can never shift or lift this
attention—this intense
and intimate
focus

away
from us, and amid
my long rhyming
and downward spiraling, I’ve
finally found you, whew, and just
in time I think. Signatures align perfectly,
and our thoughts slow rhyme
in a perfect
two/one
timing…

Bodies mirror,
imprint,
minds mix, explode—recombine;
then thoughts slow rhyme, again with mine.
Candle-lit eyes reflect
the times we met,
could never
ev-er
for-get

that love
in our age
has a tempo change;
our first dance
is our final phase,
a fencing match
of bodies slow dancing on the stage
to a strange and complex
spring-loaded social arrangement—

and I tell you
straight: there is still a chance
I may take you, here, make you mine.
Then we’ll breathe each others light
until we both die, or both go utterly blind.
In my world we move in
living harmonies, rhythms, and deep
flowing
rhymes.

 

 

 

by Jim Aldrich (:

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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20 thoughts on “ʈhe sl❂w dance

  1. fibee5 says:

    Such a deep love, very powerful writing 🙂

  2. 1WriteWay says:

    I love your poetry but this one has really taken my breath away but also filled me with warmth and made me happy and makes my heart ache a bit as reading about such deep love also does. Sparks and synpases firing like crazy over the many beautiful images and the core concept. What a way to start my day 🙂

    • 1WriteWay says:

      I haven’t finished my coffee so there’s a few typos in my comment 😦 “made m heart ache a bit as reading about such deep love always does”; synapses ….

    • Marie you make me smile. Typos and coffee have a relationship in my world too. You support has been appreciated for some time, and It keeps me going. All typos are forgiven (and all coffee consumed) here.
      Jim

  3. Eva PoeteX says:

    This is more than love poetry… Amazing! As always. 🙂

  4. I have to go read this again for like the fourth time I get new images every time I read it!

  5. Ar Vhee says:

    Reblogged this on met.arvhee.noia and commented:
    This wonderful piece from an amazing poet/blogger communicates a universal experience to me in a plain and accesible language. A romantic poem worth reading on a cold Wednesday morning 🙂

  6. Take as many breaks as you need. This is beautiful Jim!!!

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