Dancing Whisper
Where is she that visits me in the unawake of night?
Whispers inaudible her secret self denied desire
With petaled touch peels my lids slight to the drawing dawn light
Wakening within my loins a lightning feverish fire.
During dreams whilst in day I imagine her cute coy smile
Dancing on a light summer breeze through juggling dry leaves
Delight at this seldom fortune to wait and wonder awhile
Decoys of desires, an inescapable web she weaves.
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