An Empty Puppet - Poem by Drax ...
I hold the supple skin of your middle,
as you dance your firedance,
I lose myself in your circle
and we become as one.
The weaving of my bones to the night,
I wait on the whim of your star
standing in my lone heart shoes.
The colours of your aura
imprinted on my mind.
I dance the steps of the possessed
and I fall down
An empty puppet
loves lost strings tangled and torn
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