the stars. fiercely writhed
wantonly deliberate in abandon.
singeing the denial of caprice
with their flaming wriggling fingers.
I am enraptured, enticed and undone
my clothing falls in time
to the rhythmic eerie beauty of their haunting ululation.
The maddening whisper of yes
is the thunder of my soul escaping my mouth.

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