Dancers

Words have proved elusive this week but I found some in the end...

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The Kiss by Edvard Munch

At night, in that cold, steel silence
Silvered in moonlight
They come together
Their white forms one,
Then two again;
Dancers on a cotton stage,
Intuitive, beautiful.

The orchestra of imagination
Plays on as they move,
His powerful limbs
Leading her with a
Graceful fierceness and
A touch that trails fire,
Speaks of love and
Untold desire.

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