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Dark Dancing

Spotlight beams from electric eyes,
exposing her,
drafting her,
dancing without shoes
on a virtual stage.

Cue the music.

Her feet pantomime the script
of the puppeteer’s strings,
boxing her in,
every step a death march,
a make up marionette,
a handler’s dream.

Fade to black.

A rustling of His robe
triggers her eyes to look up
Hand extended,
floorless Feet
sweeps her on the air currents
of Love.

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