On the beach
she is spinning in circles
her arms held open
A dog
nuzzles into her warmth,
her scent
In West Kennet
a wall disappears
and the face appears
from the shadow
once again
then retreats
The dog is transfixed,
running through snow
towards her
Loyalty is the moon
to him,
bleeding with desire
Though she dances,
the clocks tick on
with soul music
Now as always
too sudden
too soon
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