Folding Converstions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Folding Converstions



Dancing downstairs in cellars and basements,
where we can be alone, with no interference.
Stalking slowly away from the crowds, just
to be able to talk to one another.
Folding conversations into minds, wanting to
experience love in this moment of dusk.

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