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I read your thoughts
Impure as the color
Of smog obscured
Sunset, thick as
Oil naked dawn.
You dance barefoot
Down my spine
In serpent rhythm
To dip your toes
In my river
Scented with pain.
Danger waits
Behind casual glances
From eyes averted
Across the room
And secrets shared
And stolen
Like a kiss in the dark.
Run with me
Through cumulus
Paradise and 
Ecstatic torment
To lie exhausted
In dreams
Of bated breath
And animal essence.
1997 Kevin Crone