The lingering feeling of wondering
and the understanding of the process of the dance of life.

A poem about a man and a woman never being forgotten by time.

I met her online.

The following poem was inspired by the tales of Gor. It is a tale of a young slave in the dance that saves or ends her life.

Dance Prance, Romance.What else do you expect of me now?

We all are musicians and magicians…

Death Dark angel Dance.

You are performing the best of your life…

The clown is not having a good day although he is laughing. See his wife thinks that she has the upper hand. Their child is prim and proper and marvels at his parents argument in wonderment. And as for the clock, well time flies when you are involved in other things.

A poem.