Dan and Emily

she squirms and daintily moves the angle of her legs from time to time

as intermittent sighs drift their way across this distance.

he waits in the sidelines of her vision as evening lumbers clubfooted towards moon time.

she longs for his advance

for his foot to turn an inch, any indication suggesting interest.

there are distractions:

the symphonies play

the stereos jive

and outside

the wind and the trees

the lightening

the hail

stomp through the balcony and announce their selves.

 

he could be fishing in Wisconsin for all she knows,

dreaming of walleye an arm’s length or better,

yet every once in awhile her right side is bathed by his pensive gazing

as he watches her

as he just watches her.

 

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