A Show Of Calisthenics Poem by Doris Cornago
A Show Of Calisthenics
Love is a beautiful dance when we started
We can never have enough of ourselves
All the tossing and turning are graceful
Catching me when I dive like a swan
You're an epitome of mastery, life
Is so grand as we both keep
In step with the music
Yet, for one of us
The music fails
Harmonize
Now
Becomes
A memory of
Photographs in
Albums, one for the
Books, good performance
Clap your hands folks, look here
A perfect pair on display, putting up a
A show of calisthenics but without the music
Words sound empty, dance without truth lacks beauty
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