To pursue…

To pursue an unnatural passion

more sacred to me than any other life lived

Is an adventure

Hung over the palace of desire like a dancer

Head thrown back

Like the slow flash of a jewel

Her limber body bent

Her waist hugged by voluptuous shadows

She almost dangles

Like sex the play of kittens clawing invisible velvet lovers

With one arm raised

Held within a hand of indifference to everything else

That which she imagines for herself and her beloved

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