Authors and Poets
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November 19, 2017
Lori M. Cameron, editor

Dancing Toward the Next Embrace – David Carruth

Spring 2005, vol. 9, no. 1

Her feet are motion, and her hands are flames.
Our shadows blur our circling steps below;
My eyes are dancing toward the next embrace.

I know her beauty better than her name:
Against the candles’ old and guttering glow,
Her feet are motion and her hands are flames.

The other couples thread the waltz’s pace—
The farthest fades behind a pillared row.
My eyes are dancing toward the next embrace,

For there an embered dress and curls frame
A silence and a smile smoldering low:
Her feet are motion, and her hands are flames.

But here—a nose too thin, a bloodless face.
My heart beats quickly, but the song beats slow:
My eyes are dancing toward the next embrace.

The cello’s newest melody will chase
Away her grasping pale laugh, for though
Her feet are motion and her hands are flames,
My eyes are dancing toward the next embrace.

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