Mazurkas
(to Izabela Mazur)

making love to her
was like a breeze

she welcomed me quietly
and then
she became a storm.

I, instead, turned into rain
rather quiet and soothing

it was like a dance
from the past

Chopin was writing another mazurka
at that time

past and present together again.

 copyright  Jann C. Castor  ©2003