The Paradox

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Pampered, warm and safe
In this greenhouse.
Peeping through the glass walls,
What a temperstuous world outside.
Unable to stretch or grow any further,
I envy those spreading wings in the sky.
They soar, they drop.
They slide with the wind, they struggle in precipitation.
To fly on my own accord,
Or to stay indulged.
To step out, or not to step out.

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The Audience

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Sole dancer on stage,
I presented every drop of my sweat to the audience.
Some looked, with a smirk.
Some scorned, and left.
Seated so comfortably,
Your appreciative eyes never left me.
The only one left,
Your attention grew.
Eyeing you, I danced.
For you and only you,
I danced on.
You stood up.
I gasped.
No, don’t go, please don’t go.
Eyes never leaving me,
Your steady steps brought proximity.
I wanted you to climb up to stage
And you did.
Your touch, arousing.
Your strong arm rounding my waist,
Instinct told me to trust and bend.
With no disappointment,
I fingertipped the floor with your solid grip.
You spinned me,
Lifted me,
Flew with me.
I seized your neck
And highlight our dance
With my kiss.

The Longest Winter

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Summery passion ceased as summer passed.
Fire frozen in midair.
Promises descended into the underground.
Icy.
Shuddering.
Swallowed by blocks and cubes, hopes shattered.
Thought to be doomed.
The golden sun did not believe in insolubility.
Subsequent to the longest winter came the warmest spring.