[The Heart Wants a Slow Dance]

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All images courtesy of Ms. Copilot and +he Ghos+ (2024)

What the heart wants is a slow dance; The floor is too fast.

A touch too quick is friction in the brush.

The pulse grinds steel against jagged steel Short shock sparks mis-labeled matchboxes For a miss-matched lit match.

But the heart wants a slow dance Friction-less fire.

The hot before the touch. The heat that brings the communion.

So many ways to say I want you.

Why's lust always fire?

The flower devours the rain. The wind wants the seed. The Earth swallows every tree.

How can anyone (anywhere) win anything Without you right here with me?

The heart wants a slow dance. Demands one: Now!

Slow slows the strong song of thunderclouds.

Lightning! Flash-spark! Light show! Wonderful!

But: Real power rocks Rolls, growls, grows Insatiable immediate Clouds, loud clouds.

Hold. Want. Hard. Hard.

Until the sky Can't Hold. Want. More. More.

Goes hot a Lightning Shot.

The thunder Shocked, starts The slow roll Again.

S.J. Wynn +he Ghos+