Dance in the Morning Light






Dance in the Morning Light



she teases, hovering above him

he waits, frozen in anticipation

bodies touch lightly then part again

she invites him in with a flutter

he follows, the urge strong now

matching move for move

they dance in the morning light

entwine like a vine for a moment

then part, to breathe again

the desire pulls them back

they hold deeply at last

floating on a breeze of honeysuckle

the bright Blue Heron screams his triumph


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