Dancing Love In Framed Windows Poem by Alistair Plint

she wrote our tapestry                
in stars that stare down      
São Paulo streets                   
singing ballads to                
Rufous Bellied Thrush'                
composed Samba steps                
through paving blocks                
her soul passionately                
kissed my consciousness                
               
he carved Ceibo flowers                
in flaked rainbow wall paintings                
etched finger hearts in fogged              
panel glass sheets                
counted Tango steps                
on marbled window sills                
drinking calabash tea from                
a steel straw      
breathing "ame"      
in early morning autumn mist                
his body warmed my heart                
               
souls entwined, plaited French                
"je t'aime" like tails of hair                
breathing duets, singing "amore"                
physically there                
though it's been 8 beats,6 steps                
from window frames; sit to stare      
               
breakfast laid bare                
the emotions shared                
each morning; from first rooster                
to hearts and diamonds                
in bright morning beams                
of prismatic light              
        
               
perched bodies peeled from          
the home we've made there        
             
       
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