Robust;
Sweat trickling down the mirror,
etching magic words in the print
of the steam
the apple-core
of a dream.
Stylized;
it's not dance, but close,
concealed behind a fragrance
hidden in perced lips
cut from liquid
with matching
hips.
Clear, except for the steam;
bodies resembling starlight
can't help but heat
the strong song
of long nights
and rythmic
feet.
Robust, stylized dance
and i feel hips, curling
with their dips, fingers
wrapping in the mist
curling to the sky
in one dense
gesture:
Missed.
Author notes
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