Clinquant luminarias twist the heavy
heat,
sending strange spirals of scented
smoke
climbing lazily toward the dancing
stars
reflected in the water’s tender
veneer.
From time to time, winds work the
surface,
the way a gentle breath stirs and
lifts
the silk-fine strands of hair along your
neck
when we whisper together in the living
darkness.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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