The After Party

so gently,
knocking at Destiny’s door.
“when, when will we know
what this is?”.

the reply,
swelling up
from your cores:
“you know what
this is….
you know,

you do.

and so we dance
to the pounding drums.

we dance like children in love.

we dance like angels in ecstasy.

we dance like lovers: Supreme.

we dance forevermore.

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