The Musical Years & arabesque


The Musical Years

I danced her
across the threshold
thirty years ago.
If we stumbled later,
I would grab her
or she would hold
me tight …

… gulping down our fears.

Leaning against each
other, we would try
not to laugh or cry,
“that was close!”,
we’d say …

… later there were tears.

The music kept
changing and
the tempo stepped
up but we always
seemed to wing it
somehow …

… dancing down the years.

Julian O’Dea



her breasts waiting
like queens in tents
of cloth …

her thighs sliding
on the sand like
desert snakes …

she was split
like a pomegranate

Julian O’Dea


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