SHE HIDES
THEN COUNTS TO TEN
KEEPS HER EYES OPEN
AND HER MOUTH CLOSED
GLIDES THROUGH THE AIR
LIKE SMOKE
UNTOUCHABLE, YET
IRRESISTIBLE
SOFT LIKE LOW TIDE
GIVING NOTHING BUT
A SLOW HYPNOTIC SONG
SLEEPY EYES AND POUTING
RESTING LANGUID ON A
WALL OF MYSTERY
LIKE A FLOWER THAT'S TOO
PRECIOUS TO PICK
THEN LIKE SUMMER
COMES DOWN HOT
WITH EASY PRESSURE
MOIST AND MAJESTIC
DELICATE AND DANCING
POISED LIKE
PREDATOR AND PREY
FRIGHTENED AND FEARED
PASSIVELY PROMISING
BUT NOT PREDICTABLE
SINGS LIKE A FLIGHTLESS BIRD
THAT WALKS ON WATER
AND LEAVES NO TRACE
-MOCKINGBIRD
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