Dancing On Water
Paris loomed before her
Beckoning to her
Like a table
Filled with delicacies
Or an untold story
From some romantic novel
That she had read
Over, and over again
And though
She had not yet awoke
She knew
Before she went to sleep
That this was where
She was meant to be
When the soft rays
Of the morning sun
Danced about the room
I sat on the bed
Watching her quietly breathe
While she lay sleeping
And as I watched her sleep
The suns early light
Stretched out and about
Filtering and reflecting
Off of the colorful items
That rested with her in the room
I thought about the glimmering
Of the rising sun
As dawn slowly inched over her
Reflecting off her moist skin
Giving her body the appearance
Of sparkling diamonds
Dancing on water
Making her almost appear
Angelic
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