Delilah’s Dance

Delilah danced downstairs. The rooms dimmed as she arrived. Her perfume dazzled.

I was caught up in the dance.

Did I ever kiss her?

Why did she make me happy when she could never be happy.

Her music still pursues me.

Was I hers or her?

No philosophy withstood her.

Indoors With Delilah

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