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For Two, in Dance.
Hanging beneath the moon,
Two doves, dance in halves.
As one moves,
The other steps away,
With space wishing to remain.
Her eyes cannot see a heart
Who wishes her kisses to reach.
His eyes see her lips; forbidden feelings
That keep him with unrest.
Under the white light,
Two doves, dance in halves.
Sweetly singing, she holds his hand
Near the dark waters,
She writes her feelings on the sand.
With dry fingers, he feels her words:
Not one sentence calls his love.
With the river in his eye,
He prepares, once more, for flight.
Under the cold glow,
Two doves, dance in halves.
Parting the wind in two,
With graceful flaps, and soaring dives,
They prepare for dawn.
He sees only the feeling that nature forbids.
She sees only a friend who will always remain.
In flight, with dance, and two halves of love,
She smiles to him, for him, and no other dove.
Only to part, ending this waltz.
Under the dim, red sun,
A dove, dances his love.
Alone.
His mind returns to those lips that nature forbids.
Cruel, and unfair.
Yet his smile does not fade.
Were it so easy to see love when blind.
Were it so difficult to remove her from the heart.
His wings rise
As dawn yawns her first hour.
- Alejandro Bonfil
