Listen to the Diaghileff dancing star
Beware that exposure to new experience
Can filter out the magic of past memories
Each day your new favourite photograph
Puts a shade or a tint on yesterdays numero uno
Each day your new life places a formaldehyde cover
Over those bodies that one night pressed effortlessly together
Your stance
Should it have surprised me
To see no more dance; should it have
Stopped me dead in my tracks
That day, for what the image is worth
I framed your words, became your number one fan
Once home I pulled back the dust cloths; recovered
I lay down again on the receptive bed where we had lain together
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