Intersection

 Two worlds

separated 

by time, 

space, 

intentions.

Held together by words.

Words that have given up 

on everybody. 

Words that have failed miserably

to give up.

They find each other. 

They embrace.

They dance. 

A dance so hopeless

and yet under several layers

is brimming with hope. 

A little mischief, a big secret,

these words, that dance. 

I extend my hand, you take it. 

We only have words to make love to. 

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All things dance like Biprorshee