stretching softly
with a weak reach,
she grasps tightly.
her careful feet,
delicately placed
on cold asphalt.
picking paced
on a locked vault.
each light handful
of solid expression,
incites eagerness
formed from confession.
desperate and greedy,
her hands are sullen,
sulking and needy.
full of fits and dire,
pleading her desire,
attempts to quiet...
waste in the wind,
so continues the riot,
cautious to mend.
careful not to settle,
but timid to mettle.
she's trapped between,
a forceful push,
or gentle pulling...
keeping her mien,
or losing her lust.
she reaches clumsily
with clammy fingers,
disappointment and
emptiness
tend
to linger.
she'll sigh,
and try
to figure a medium
between independent...
and despondent.
parts are patient.
parts are anxious.
though each piece
contains longing,
she keeps it creased
between her lips,
available on his calling...
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