Tight cinched waist
And dainty swaying steps,
laboring eyes: watching for signs.
She sings sweetly, her call to the wilderness.
Lumbering gait,
Broad shoulders swaying with the rhythm of a heart,
ears keen: listening for the song.
He holds his breath for an instant, pulse hammering in wait.
cloying tendrils from the southshore seas;
Stars whirl.
Ambrosial luminous moon dances
steadily pat-patting against high held hands.
Fingers grasping for the last touch,
Whispers caressing of tomrrow gone better,
And hope,
hope
hope
hope
and desire for that moment that shall likely never hap.
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