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Oh Billie, I dance with you. Holding your waist with my hand I circle around on tiptoe. Your playful rhythm leaks into my veins And the salt of your skin sinks into my blood. The sea is far but I hear its sound The sea is big but fits in my body. Let us cast off our shoes And step on its sandy carpet. Little waves grab our feet and draw us toward green waters. Oh Billie, I dance with you Holding the hem of your long skirt I walk gently on the skin of the sea. A wandering wind wraps around our bodies And an albatross opens its wings on our shoulders. There, across the sea is the land of my childhood With fragile trees that like the tips of your fingers Are now growing all over my skin. The sea is borderless but beats in my heart The earth is vast but fits into my skull. Tonight no border can separate you from me. But... suddenly my hand lets go of the radio antenna. The blues singer begins to whine. Ah, my dance partner is not imaginary! I hold her waist as before. Her velvet voice rises again And takes me back to the nightly dance.
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I jumped out of the frying pan And right into the fire When I lost me a cheating man And got a no-count liar Swipe the old for the new one And now the new one's breaking my heart I jumped out of the frying pan And right into the fire Lord, right into the fire
Poem copyright 2021 Majid Naficy
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