A silk wave of tiny feet
rippled, creep across
pale palm, rhythmic beat
Befuddled- I’m at a loss

Lips taught, peeled
Rambled-words pour
'round grassy field
Silence begs more

Distractions. You silent brush-
Hair from beauties frame;
Strands of soft brunette lush
Fall in waves, simple, tame-

And with every sound,
a cooing- swamp call
Echoes- a roaring pound
within I, within all