Evening as Her...a stream...

This evening
As she transforms
To Her nightly form
Evocative...
me her thinks
Sleepy but
Evocative
Too...

See her
There
By the window
Where her beauty She
Slide like shows,
A beauty
Ought to Be,
A beauty
angelic
As if
She says it all
This friday night
A resurrection -
An insight
Infinite,

This evening
The window
As opened
To the nightly air
Brings cool
Of Her,
An Angel fair,
Draped in dream
And unseen
Seen...

Real ,
Very real on wet skin
Yet burnt
By the rest,
As if rest
Was not an option,
As if rivery flow
In her kept a rainy motion...
A stream
Running
Within...

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