This poem was written as a sort of reunion gift or something like that to another high school crush. Who I managed to scare away with all my poetry. Not to mention, my, uhhh, flaming hand magic trick. That was amusing. Only for me, apparently. (Well, ok, my friends tell me they were quite amused at the resulting situation, but that wasn’t REALLY my goal…)

She ended up being roommates with one of my best friends. Small world, isn’t it?

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Spirit’s Dance

Copyright © October 2001

Bands of dark keratin,
caress your face
spiraling away to infinity.
The long black bands
settling in lavish loops
which pull the eyes to beauty
as surely as gravity pulls
all things to Earth.Once a gaze brushes
into such an entangling web,
it must flit
to the joyful visage it frames.A smile of energy,
a laugh of hope,
eyes brightly gleaming with mischief…

Oh, to plunge into their depths
chasing scintillating fractal patterns,
deeper and deeper,
attempting to fathom the free spirit
hidden within.

Just when one falls in,
surrounded by swimming fire,
and gains a glimpse of clouded truth,
the eyes spin away,
swirls of hair rising in the wind
of a graceful pirouette,
as the coy sylph dances away,
flinging a jubilant laugh,
to settle behind her.