How far are the backs
to yesterday's moves

Sweet summer time wine
Restless and somewhat bored

Laying under the stars and trees

Waiting for the night to move

Always waiting

She was the introduction
A cat clawing  at the screen door

I had a neck of elaboration
She had fingers of steel

We waited on the thunder
Remembering
how the air was so still

We waited and waited
the evil and the good

The night has moves
It was completely
understood