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RE: THE MASKED BALL: A POEM
Oh but you will dance
For the music throbs between my fingertips,
It seizes the air and play strings
Of eternal bliss.
My feet are paused waiting
For my hands to wrap your waist
And lead you from salsa to azonto,
From a waltz to rock and roll.
Come dance with me,
Not for me;
Let you and i be one.