This Dancing Life – for Matthew

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This Dancing Life – For Matthew
It is the devil’s
Dancing season
When Persephone
Rises, spitting
Pomegranate pips
And Demons
Track the
Path of pips
Leeching into
This time
Succubus’s stalk
Scratching, sucking
At scabs of memories
Grown starving
In the shadows
Persephone, you
Did not bring the spring
You never do
Each year,
A resolution
To endure.
And so, we dance
The devil and I
We dance,
Embraced
Again
But I have
Learnt to
Dance with
The devil
And dance
We will
I will dance
Till the
Ferryman
Arrives.
I will
Dance
On the boat
Of the Ferrymay

Until we reach

Those shores
When Matthew
Meets me
We will dance
He and I, again
In love’s embrace
We will dance
Into eternity
Life begun
Life endured
Life lived
The dancing
Season
Will then
Be

done

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