Missing, Are We?
... This, unsettled territory.
Stepping lightly, and left simply
Dripping in delight,
A chimera of ever-changing minds,
a silence, an image,
the moment of impression.

light gently drapes in shadows
clothing can cover
but the moment can become
a song unsung.

watching the shadows
tracing the steam imprinted image
curves all in the appropriate locations
simply now an invitation
to join, to embrace,
this dance she creates...

not teasing only pleasing..
but she is forever stuck
good luck...

she can be the unseen,
the notions in your mind...
causing the dreams inside
to become some of the divine.

so tracing the rings,
the finer things,
a moment in time....
a song kept inside,
somehow now alive?

is she kept inside,
awaiting for the perfect arrival?
or is it something
to die for?