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| I COULDN’T DANCE
2000 I was writing about young mothers How they revealed to me Your soon to be future In the endless re - writing This will seem well after the act And still I want to impress you Five years ago you stared into me All secrets known before the asking Of questions for the heart I swore to your eyes To not let you down when the Moment came I couldn’t dance with you on her birthday Because I would have had to dance with her Didn’t want to dance with her Wanted to dance with you So the samba went on and I watched The woman I lived with and loved And the one I wanted to live with and loved more Best friends divided by a common lust And a rare desire Dear Lady of the Untuned Ivory Keys I am charmed by the razoring of me From the peripheries of your heart The final trade of gifts Hot wine and stale grass in a matchbox For antique poetry and a necklace from the Twenties Thank you for the Irish writers The depth of our playing and being the third In the trinity of broken holy muses I wish unto thee, visionary children From the union of art and music And a magical motherhood The final note is sweet and clear One day Please return in a quiet moment Feline in the day’s moonlight. ///For her./// |