Poetry

Last Dance

How dare you waltz back into my space
My heart is closed
No tenets
No reentry
Still, I’ll slow dance with you
Let you touch me wherever you please
Dark poetry culminates in a brief relapse of you, my drug
This is our last song, final death
Twirl me, properly, please

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