28
Oct
tactile
tactile
standing packed
in anticipation
brimming a dreamy symphony
whispering the same
in repetition
silencing a misty cacophony
waiting
yearning
pining
to awake in the music
to dance in the echos
to shimmer in the ripples
to be alive
an orchestra in order
bows bent
backs straight
in attendance
in anticipation
in repetition
to wake up and dance and shimmer with life
for
his breath to surge
his eyes to rove
his finger to trace
to render her
tactile
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