the scarlet path
drawn over
the oak floors, over the white walls.
a dance flows
through my veins
like the rain,
like the shadows
through the night.
drops of silver,
shivers,
at the edge of
the blade.
the sword, an extension
of your hand…
the rhythm grows
deeper…
trembling wind
shielding my face,
deep hollowness
wrapped
around my heart.
we dance
c: Nina K
Orlovskaya 5/14/2012 (revision)
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