Sophia's spell
Her costume blazed the color of my blood
That coursed my veins in rhythm’s mystery,
Although she was my friend I could not see
The place where blade and ice to wisdom cede.
Cold is the moment that departs, it floods
The text and core of memory, warms like
Air revives our blood, its blue remembers right
The code of life is crimson in its light.
Arms and back and thighs like blossomed wings ,
Flew the longing of our hearts, and slid like the soaring
Of some bird who coursed the world on unseen tour
Of heaven’s light; and as our guide brought more
Than simply our delight. Spin and spiral, slip and thud
As blade rejoined the bite of icy ice,
The silence of the crowd was known, by the sound
Of blade transcribing the unknown.
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