©Waltzing with Beethoven
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
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There is a stretch of desert road behind the neighborhood
that teeters on extinction as it rushes to 83rd.
We waltz with Beethoven on that desert road,
stopping only to sip ruby juices
and indulge in the breathy wetness of
each other's secret smiles and luscious, parted lips.
Waltzing with Beethoven is nothing
like our porch-swing romance
except for the one-two-three graceful glide
danced all through the starry night into dawn.