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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