Afflatus
I feel her dancing as vapor,
flowing upward like a river;
She is the color of rain,
the taste of sunlight on skin.
Her lips caress my thoughts
and dressed she shines in words;
Condensing, shedding clothes
she deems of lesser worth;
If dressed at all
can be the breath
of summer night awhirl
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