Worn…

Worn whispers

sea breeze

the captions of momentary thoughts

how they play covertly

enticing the dance

entwined

sweet host

initiated the beguiled

Iluf the story ends

when host subsides

aware of the danceless dance awaiting the beloved partner.

Air

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I whisper within corners

amongst trees

I lull

I feel my own effervescence spooling out into open voids

I hear the many voices swirling beneath my ever-present breath

the tiny shudders amidst the pitter patter below

scurrying

how I love them

how I dance a naked dance between them.

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