Norman Santos - Blithe

Your danseuse mirth
flowed like a rivulet
sifting past me like a hollow
weightless vapor

I traced your sky
only to find innuendos
of lonely bruises

I bask under your
dome of stained-glass lights,
assiduously waiting
for the downpour perched
on your hidden corners

And whilst its away
let us revel and galvanize
in humble eternities

Norman Santos

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