Somewhere in the night, the folds of a long dress
are shimmering above echoes of high heels.
Time slows to a rhythm of her steps,
brisk and determined, free and light.

The cool air is intoxicated as blood breathes
The street lamp buzzes
like an applause over a lit stage.

Her flowing garb encircles the silence
like a tide drowning the sand.
My heart is boiling. I leap across locked gates.
Three streets disappear while I hunt
to devour her steps.

I see her now. Silky hair stretches down her back.
The neck glistens, beckoning me.
Her heartbeat echoes in mine, when--
(knowing)--she turns and stares.
Her dark eyes shine forth a light.
My heart stops, surrendering my fire to mortal hope.

She urges on into the night, brisk and determined,
free and light.
The rhythm of steps breaks free of time and
a dream persists in the human mind.

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