She, is so lovely.
Her dancer’s poise, her honey voice…
She calls each pose by name
Down dog and crocodile
Ah God
Such exquisite pain


And so it goes from that to this
The tortured and the torturer
From pain to bliss.


In a darkened room I lie
The music washes over me
Her honey voice and Mass for Peace
And takes me to another place
A time when I was young and free.


Ah God
To be like that again.

David S Dennis

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