Every day I speak with you
a few minutes at a time-
mundane matters mostly,
nothing to change lives or touch souls;
two practiced dancers,
we twist and twirl, effortless,
to set music, never out of step;
we fence with words
nimble and agile our moves,
yet jusy beyond reach,
safe, in our courtyards-
and within,
Love simmers and dries;
like a spicy sauce
left too long on a stove,
forgotten and burnt.
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