Zywa
And what else may happen
I don't need a mirror
so beautiful I feel in place
tonight in the concert hall
The unspoken expectation
of the buzz to where
we will be taken
and what else may happen -
the wide neck slides down my
hand lingers there and waits
before stroking my shoulder
in between the heads a fortuitous look
gets stuck on me, his attention
comes under the influence
of my arranging hair
and impatiently shifting position
while the show goes on
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