The Surrender of Daphne

 

In opium dream they met,
Glances snared in midmoment smoke.
He asked
For a dance.
She said yes—on third attempt.

He could not dance;
It did not matter.
And as she lost herself within his clumsy steps,
Something shifted
Deep inside her,
Like a silent room, rediscovering music.

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