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CHOICE

At this psychological moment,

Curiously cut off from the gyrating frenzy around me,

When all that remains

Is a tantalising  memory

Of the cool roundness

Of an upper arm

Closely held on a darkened floor

In some distant time past-

Dark eyes under weighted lids,

And a half-smile on an upturned face…

I catch myself wondering:

Just suppose…

Given the choice again…

Would I…?

And then the girl across the table

Leans over, bemused,

Waves five fingers under my nose,

And says: “ Dance?”

…And the spell is broken…

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