She stands,
Slightly slouched,
Hair shining from brushstrokes,
Slight sparkles where the sun
Baked in flyaway ends, stirred by the breeze.
She smiles,
Wryly, one-sided.
A thought crosses her mind
And the lips press together
Making her dimples appear just for a moment.
She turns,
On one heel,
And strides away from him,
Not knowing the effect she has had
On his quick-beating heart, now subsiding.
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Clear sky
No clouds
Hint of green on the nose.
Open
Stress-free
Hint of clear in the eye.
One look
Brow raised
Hint of quick in the brain.
Sharp breath
Deep sigh
Hint of warmth in the hand.
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Intertwined
Dancing
This little step-by-step, mincing, toe-tip display.
Woven
Weaving
In its interplay of tangled words and hands and feet.
Waters
Testing
The subtle nervousness for what might come to be.
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I wish I could have dreams like that.
Not this boring real-life crap.
I want to dream of giant flowers,
Of googly-eyed monsters, of adventures like that.
Of impossibles possible, the unimagined.
Of insides outside, of outsides in.
If only I could choose my dreams like that.
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