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There is this way, she
puts on her silk robe
over her negligee.

In the mirror, watching,
each hand grasps
one edge of the robe.

She opens the robe
full and wide,
as if the robe was the
frame of a painting,
the painting,
her silken-clad body.

Then quickly, speedily,
pulls one side
tight over her body,
pauses for hesitation,
for inspection,
and quick again,
pulls the other side,
tight too.

She slides the covered arm
out from underneath the robe,
and with one hand only,
the robe is kept closed,
closed tight by one hand,
but not tied.

She performs
this pantomime,
this invitation,
her pirouette
many times a day,
especially when
I am watching
her watching herself
in the mirror.

For my hand is the
key, the unlocking device,
that not only pulls open,
but pulls apart the robe,
as she truly desired.

My two hands
slide from her waist,
to the back of her thighs,
and I lift her up,
up against the wall.

She spears her arms wide,
first out, then up,
suddenly leaning forward
sliding down and I catch her,
burying her face in my neck,
holding her under her arms
we dance  to a place
where there is no space,

where there is no space
between our bodies,
between our selves.

Our pas de deux
is our solo.