I saw her
in the whisper of trees
when the
cicadas
sang
sweet melody
into the humid
air.
I was embraced
by the memory.
Laughter
lit up a room.
Brazen girl,
entered their mist
large as life
large as life
they stopped,
found
themselves staring.
Yes,
they wanted to know her.
They wanted her secrets .
She drew you
into her web,
you found
yourself wanting
to spin onto her;
dreams of into her
while you danced,
sweat
lining your brow.
lining your brow.
Exhilaration
would pulse
veins.
That instant
you felt more alive
in a sum of whole.




a wonderful read




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