And may I have this dance?
We’ve wandered much and wide,
apart or near by chance,
on skidding foam at tide.

Our love is formed in dragon’s teeth,
of banshee shriek and tiger’s claw.
Our hearts are cut on summer leaf,
on child’s sob and stolen law.

And might I share this dance
with you across cool stones
while faeries in rafters prance
as goblin’s lowly moan.
There find we both the stance
where we to us are known.

Author: AW/BW
Copyright: AMW

[Bartleby’s Poetry Corner]