Gershon Kingsley

[Chava]

Where bold pillars stand
The drone of spacious silence
which resonates against the cold marble floor.
My feet dance across them
the tiles tinted in lucriciously plain colours,
The music, "Impressions"
The honest Dress flaring the obvious secret
Curly blond hair that spins in a ruffled way,
as my Legs pirouette
the marble courtyard translucent.
Eyes closed, percepting immaculate sounds...
Lead me.
Hand in mine, the other one here...
Around my waist.
Mine on your shoulder...
Listen to the music.
Can you hear it?
And the sounds my feet don't make,
as We dance across the marble.
Tame it...
Like it will have tamed you.