My Parchment Rose
At the end of long miles she stood
My steps drew closer together
just before her
where the rain stopped

Her lower lip eased
between her teeth
briefly, she blinked
and a cloud moved away from the moon

I must have sighed
when my mouth smiled
She flicnched as a slight
chill entered the breeze

My left hand met her waist
slowly, there was motion inside
The noises of the street
returned from their absence

I watched the small 
heels of her feet
rounding the third
corner on the right

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