The awaiting

The red softens 

But leaves in abeyance

All questions

The senses take over

Deprive liberty 

Your contour is all the eye seeks

The embodiment fulfils dreams

A lifetime of everything

In your eyes

The densest darkest black

But light

Like a fantasy

From your mouth

Reaching out

Nervously

On tip toe

For fear of breaking

The spell woven

Your presence devours

Anything essential

Or having meaning

Are you the adoration

Or the adoring

In a slip

The covering is off

Nude feet

Embrace the floor

Signal the steps

Upwards

Words: written October 2020.

Photo: Rong.

Music: Yuki Murata "At 3 o'çlock"

 

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Copyright 2016 John Williams