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The blue bike
on the side of the road.
The sky blue bike,
ready to fly.
That's when I asked,
How? Why?
The blue bike crashed,
flying too high.
Now it's abandoned,
waiting there  alone.
Waiting for someone to pick it up,
willing to fly with it again.
So I took the battered blue bike,
and began to fly.
Bow to each other
Take her hand
Hold her closer
Look into her eyes

The first strains begin
The lilting tune of a violin
The swell of horns blowing
A melodic rhapsody

Her heels click
Upon the marble
The dance floor
A motley of pastel

By delicate fingertips
She holds up her skirt
Shimmering satin
Light prances across
Carefully weaving
An iridescent mirage
Every sublime swish
Bewitching the crowd

The kingdom's people
Fall into a lull
Every eye beguiled
By a dance spellbound

She follows his lead
Their every step
Blending exquisitely
Beyond compare
Billowing hair behind her
Strong arms around her waist
Barely any effort
Swept her off her very feet
She chuckles in delight
Her toes grace the floor once more
The last few twirls
As the music dwindles

Bowing low as he kisses her fingers
Her nails gently brushing
Against his cheek
A mischievous hint
Before perfect etiquette returns
She dips an elegant curtsey*
"Thank you for this dance
Fit for a princess of every sea"
Inspired by the beautifully animated dances in classic Disney films
~ ~
O,  la  Luna,  O,
Thee ...Grande  Celestial
Body, Come Hope, please, Do
Not harm Us ~ Hopeful Earthlings,
~ ~   A Sun rays were given through Blissful  ~  ~
Splendor of a Reflective Lunar Beauty;
A Magnifieing  Great  Albedo Touch
Soften's us within our' Cores,
Extraordinarilly ~ Now,
Shall  Be  Praised

~ ~
~ ~ ~
Imagined  by 
 Impeccable  Space  
Poetic  Love
~ ~ ~
bitten nails
wet ink
clicked pen
cigar smoke
closed eyes
withered flowers
we all die in the end
Alcohol, the artificial happiness
Seems cheaper than the real thing
Rooms spinning like depressing theme parks
Pavements became pillows

My mouth tastes like sour ash
The start of the night never existed
It always felt like it was about to end
But time became a fairy tale

Feeling indestructible to the world
But a victim to yourself
A Grenade that lost its pin
Weapons became bottled up.
Loveth thee with flowers
wilted round your
theatre borne

Thou hast listen
to the romantic soul
to old indian songs
thee playeth the prophecies
drumming on windchimes
and dream lodges
all along

Lovely to see me
maketh me grin!
when the angulo
hahahahas
you sneaketh
inside
grabeth me!
rollin' and spinin

making my day

simile to this widest smile
present's to taketh miself
to the moonlit skies

Thoughts thus
transported us
to futuristic realms
of imagineth energy
sipping too real

For noweth
I
am embraced
by the photons
and waves

'cause
my darling seeps
melodies strumming
n' fingerin strings

I would loveth thee
dearly if you were
nearer to me.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space Poetic Beauty
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