Tentative steps we circle each other in a hopeful dance. I feel your heart beating a rhythmic chant against my skin, and the soft whispering of your lips falls like leaves to my ears. Never quite saying the words that linger on your tongue and in my eyes. Are we afraid to say them, afraid they will fly away? Stolen by unseen fingers, greedy for destruction..
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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Edwin
on the roll again...and this is a great start, this
poem!