May 15, 2004

It was during those days

It was during those days
strange and wonderful, when
timid turned to tumultous
mystery gave way to mastery
each moment hiding its own fear
(the possibility of it being the last)
the early, furtive attempts
revealed suprising results
of unbridled motion and sound.
when we rode that graceful white horse
of newly discovered combinations of
movement and placement,
positional pliability explored
in a densely passionate fog of
sweat and breath and smoke.


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