Firelight of green dancers in the dark
Telekinetic finger flick
…the cigarette from her mouth…
Cherry sparks hop with the disintegrate
Robbing her lips of impending thoughts
Motionless in their aerial chalk outlines
She’s all eyes that smile to the dark masking her mouth
A laughter like rolling thunder that gains distance
As her bare feet hum against the earth
And her hair whispers cypress breezes
Caught in his palms wide and ready
As he trails her scent of anticipation
Canines dripping moonlight
E.A. O'Connell
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