gigondas

The Singer

dances with me. Pirouettes,
sits,
doesn't sing.

After lovemaking and sleeping,
we talk of old and new
families, lay

our defenses
down.



Ballerina

I've recently fallen in love.
Again, as
my grandmother said.
Funny, huh? Shouldn't
that be life?

Love and love and love
again, until you get it right.