Her heart pulses
emanating a invisible sirens song
she waits...
at times impatiently.
Settling occasionally,
but never releasing
completely.
~
Until that
September,
when he who walked the rhythm
to her melody...
intruded decadently,
trapping wondering gaze.
~
They dance like swans,
upon a still pond.
Knowing,
yet silent.
While their internal beat
accelerates
and serenades...
the enchanting sway,
that neither
can find words
to explain~
















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