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Musings in a Darkened Theater

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Her dark curls fall
in progressive halos,
whirlpools of black
landing gently on
shoulders cast demurely,
almost concealing a creamy white throat.

Carelessly she flings beauty
back from deep black eyes
Does she watch me?

Sitting bewitchingly
her feet together, then
legs cross
but all I see are slim,
dark shadows.
Yet I listen, hearing skin
slide against skin. She shifts,
more shadow, sounds:

a titter, laugh, giggle
floating in the dead darkness,
a shaft of light, or a subliminal message
'come join me'

I stare hard yet no color
reaches me. Only red
red lips
with a sheen of anticipation.

Then a shadow, my imagination?
Or a tongue slipping out of confinement,
still waiting.

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