Awaiting what I sense shall be



Dancing and folding,

moving,

the lure through a distance so forceless and free.



Living and breathing,

holding,

your gaze where eyes openly both of us see.



Observing and asking,

speaking,

of closeness contained in the embrace where you flee.



Leaving with you the path clear to me

and awaiting the call which us both shall set free.



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