Sultry moon hidden
dark of night
humidity hangs wet
in the 3 a.m. air
like last night’s underwear
hung on the line to dry
Silence is a presence
felt on the tip
of each finger
air has the heaviness
of baited breath
She moves swiftly, quietly
through the night stillness
to sit on back deck
sharing a cup of coffee
with the steamy night
She waits …
She dreams …
Breath held
she watches shadows
move silently
across the yard
quivering in ecstasy
erotic passion
eerily displayed
As clouds part to allow
one sliver of moonlight
to brighten the stage
she drops her gown
moves into
the dance of shadows
and disappears
into the coming
Dawn.
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