Floating aloft in a room filled with music,
I tease my shadow into a weightless dance.
Rhythmically kicking off the dust
With a magician's cryptic touch, he
Licks the lavender from his palms,
Removes his hat, and grows wild in the pants.
Shimmying out of reason's grasp, spinning
Out of doubt, our bodies announce themselves
Like two trumpets blowing till the sun goes down.
Then, in a dark room with no shadow, my feet
Hit the floor. I collapse, pass out,
Awakening the next morning
To the sound of my shadow at the door.
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