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Then the Whole

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/05/04

Like lovers in heated dance, our villanelle
wrapped flesh and word together, then the whole
intoned the sacred chants of its mystic spell.

We sought romance, the myths bards used to tell
through steaming mists stirred by strange fire they stole.
Like lovers in heated dance, our villanelle

awoke to each advance such bonds compel,
released desire, spurred hot the pulse control
intoned.  The sacred chants of its mystic spell

induced a trance beneath its ebb and swell -
a safeword overheard, freed to cajole.
Like lovers in heated dance, our villanelle

renewed its yielding glance with each farewell,
each peak deferred.  Our lifestyle's common goal
intoned the sacred chants of its mystic spell.

A new scene's circumstance enticed, "Rebel!"
Your girl demurred, the bottom still her role.
Like lovers in heated dance, our villanelle
intoned the sacred chants of its mystic spell.

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