The Introduction
- Ian Robertson
- Jun 4
- 1 min read
Flowing curves
A waist cinched tight
Along the slender neck
Silver veins taut with held breath
Air is heavy and trapped
In the hollow of her chest
Until
Your hands, unable to resist
Trace the smooth grain
Sounds awaken in the resonance
A beautiful voice finally exhales
The room fills with a ringing copper light
As she finally tells you her name
Do you know who she is?
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