LUKEWARM


We are a team gliding across the glass,
Moving as if time and space stood still,
and yet, our hearts are frozen,
Held apart without passion, without thrill.
To the naked eye we are a team chiseled from ice,
Effortlessly moving, an inch or less apart,
Warm breath, warm hearts, but our thoughts
Are not on our beautiful art.
You dance alone, though I hold you close to me.
I dance alone also, hoping no one can see,
Our dance, a dance of love performed without fire,
Mechanically sound, but lukewarm,
Two people, not lovers, make us a frozen pair,
Lukewarm,and our hearts are not quite there.

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