Mademoiselle de la Dance

As if we stood nowhere

Time shall breathe

A spell where

Still happens quickly where

Thoughts are so rare

And I don't know where

I put me, once where

Everything is, somehow so

Curious; quiet was so

The place where

I met you

You

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Were a red falling leaf, you

Had veins where

Blood boils hot you

Were red you

Wouldn't let me breathe

And I had you

Dancing, dreaming you

Are so beautiful and rare

It is rare

That I dance but with you

Dancing is so

Easy, I like it so

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Like a mad waltz yet so

Simple and you

If love is fast, so

Are you the bullet and so

Am I the flesh where

Pain can be so

Painless, so

Blood-happy I breathe

In, I live and breathe

Still so

I am not unliving, which is rare

Quite rare

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When life is rare

Why is this so?

If life is rare

Then you, rare

Precious you

Are as the white doe, rare

Like a soft stone is rare

I want to trace with two fingers where

The air meets your skin, where

The smooth rare

Curve of your throat - your breath

Purrs, you breathe

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And the oceans breathe

A dried-up wave is not as rare

As you, my stare crashes breath-

Lessly against you, my breath

Sits waiting so

Quietly. A secret, stolen breath

Waiting to breathe

I cannot but wish of you

Want of you

Waiting to breathe

In a world where

Time stopped counting, where

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You lead me everywhere

As you have hidden my breath

Somewhere. A beauty of skill quite rare

And seldomly so

Mademoiselle have you