Dancing with my Skeletons

It was just the other day
In a cold December way.
We were dancing on the avenue
When I noticed I might review.

Shadows always would loom
Darkening the dim lit room,
Where I might seek refuge
Allowing the onslaught; a deluge

Of memory driven desires tapped
Sealed, locked away and trapped
Within a moment of ecstasy
Wild winds willing the crazy,

Recalling nights when quiet whispers
Became definitive eyes in the rafters.

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