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Intimate Opportunity
She appears to me through a clouded transom.
Scarce on pleasures troubling over the past years.
She smiles in my direction which is encouraging.
Old-fashioned connecting as the eyes meet.
A moment of pause before any words are spoken.
Of course the body dispenses language all it's own.
The susceptible zone entered as we move closer.
Sensuous is the air hearing one another breathe.
Comfortably settled in our space we embrace.
Freezing time on it's hinges lies our anticipation.
Imagination turns to excitement once her lips glaze mine.
Broken barriers of fantasy linked bounds to what is reality.
poem
by
William Blackman
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