Dance moves finely choreographed
Shadows moving in unison
Simmering discontents
Fluid movements gyrating to
Rising crescendo
As sumo wrestlers eyeing each other
Before the next move
Danseur and danseuse
Each movement perfected
Years of finely honed practice
As they tango
Their faces a feline mask
Quickly sizing up each other
Rushing to the final act
Falsetto matching
Shrill of the shrew
Catastrophe averted
As the doorbell rings
Veneer of civility
A smile on their face
Impending thunder
Pushed to another day
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Blank Stare
Pristine white, the blank stare
Unmoving, uncaring, backlit glare
Teasing and challenging, it’s a dare
My agony, it does not care
Defying me with an invisible sneer
To defile its blank virginity
With forceful strokes of the keys
Blank stare is driving me to insanity
Try as I might, screen remains blank
No dearth of ideas I suffer
Tempests of thoughts blowing a storm
In my mind, but still the screen remains bare
Does it matter what I do
Whether I caress the keys gently
Or let them fly in a crescendo
Whether the screen remains blank
Or I fill it end to end
Despondent, I try valiantly to quiet the storm
To channel the energy to my fingertips
Blank screen lights up with a smile
Winks and promises
Blank stare will be back tomorrow again
Fleeting Muse 