Dance with me
In words with wit
We understand
Together still;
Never bland
It\’s understood:
Apart we Wilt
Here it is
Made whole [holy]
Your words alone
Lifting me [Her Tipsiness] 
to lips 
in [deserved?] readiness 
This simple Act transforming
Having summoned
Something enigmatic
Rests on hand as delicate 
as The molting things
In their beginnings
Wet and unfurling
Unhurried [but in the grand picture-quickly still]
Wings outstretching
Soon testing
To thy soul\’s
Greatest relief
Good grief…
-May 2016 JETodd 

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