bare knuckle knocking

i watchĀ 
at the door
You leaveĀ openĀ 
just enough
for me to see-
You are dervishĀ 
Your dance
dizzies me-
i forget how
to breathe-
Your spirit
dancesĀ inĀ 
my consciousness-
remembranceĀ of You
is fluid, cyclical
like the skirt
that spins-
i am at Your feet
bare knuckle knocking
begging to be
let in.

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