The Ceaseless Waltz

| FROM THE MUSE | BY GABY DIAZ-QUINONES | MAY, 2013 |

Swaths of silk spin with the gentle push of his firm hand . . . 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. . . The faint aroma of a white rose fades as bells chime in the distance . . . 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. . . A flicker in his eyes condemns my heart . . . 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. . . Another spin, another bow, another shift of partners: the cruel collapse of our connection . . . 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. . .