When, Where, Why, and How?  (Incomplete)

When I first laid eyes upon your moves, you seemed alone, unraveling melodies in your grove.

Could I tell then of this future so crude? never because alone you were not but already dancing with my heart too.

Contemplations arose whilst transfixed on your pose, when? now, later or never do I make you my cause?

While I make my approach inside I suffer, with proximity to the source my resolve will stutter.

Still beside you I stand entranced, with pupils fixed on your hips as you dance.

Heart beats and seconds race as I try to define, the ways in which you make notes stand still in time.

When is the moment right for me to join you? Do the processions of my intentions deserve you?

When..? Now my heart screams, so my left foot proceeds, Alpha now! is the plea so my right foot concedes.

Your rhythm never broken, your step never faltered as you accepted me into your dance, it took all but a moment for your endorsement, all but a moment for your glance.

So fluid is the way that we move, spawn beauty it will, the sight of us soon. Like flickering flames under a full moon or the silhouettes of roses illuminated at noon.

It’s done now, I’ve taken this action but your feelings are still the lesser known factions…

by Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh

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