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THRESHOLD DANCING



It was you,
who first danced
on the threshold
calling me to join
you on the edge:


though my eyes had
somewhat
summoned the courage
to let you glimpse
towards the passion
that was waiting
to escape.


It exploded when
the gates split open,
Bottled for so long
that, perhaps, in it's
freedom, the excitement
could find no boundaries:


until they were defined.
Still, I am confused
at my aching heart.


Now, the bewilderment of
not knowing what life
will bring
constricts the passion,
taking my breath away.


I will remain,
dancing along the threshold
and becoming a chameleon,
blending silently within the
realm of others' eyes.


...And, waiting for
some acknowledgement that
the passion is free,
once again to explode...


if only for
brief increments of
alotted times.


**RAE**


BRIGADE of FEAR
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