Sat upon the novelty of the dance studio floor, Surveying all the talent judging me like none before. Suddenly, a brilliant flash through dull fluorescent light- With thunderbolt’s perfection timing Twin flame at first sight.
Long, deep, dark, hair, eyes, Glowing skin. Crystal resting at her heart- Mine taken in, When all the inner voices Sing a single melody- The Beethoveenian chorus Racing, soaring,“Who is she!?”
Walking past the theater’s long awaited double doors, The thunderbolt struck twice Bid I coincidence ignore. Two classes for two passions, Twice a week for all of spring. Rising from the lightning Grew a twin flames’ smoking ring.
Married and with mother’s eyes How could I trust my heart? But I being naive spread only Patience ‘neath the part.
The church would have its way uplifting Long-winded psalms, But fewer thanks to Constantine’s Nicean cherry-picked palms.
Where on earth would then unveil To unsuspecting she By high tide’s moonlit poised indifferent Unassuming sea, The moment she would come into my Vulnerable praying arms, The sky would dilate all her silver Lining sinning charms.
She would soon regret the pictures Burned into my sensor, And never speak to me again.