Your blades cut me slice my
Aesthetic transforming motion into
Image spinning gliding making arcs
As your hands spread fingers of feeling
Into my heart
You reach in gestures of pure grace
Gliding like a heron in ecstasy
Over the ice black Gothic shape over the
White ground
Passion coming to rest on your knee
You are Nijinsky
You are abandon eroticism joy
Smiling through tears as you
Leap through all the space between us
A Leap of faith in your own being
Through dance through skating
Your figure becomes the metaphysics
Of desire a form of love
Transcending time space and body
A Rhythm of Olympian power
Jack Miller 2-14-10
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