she dances with Serendipity
an ethereal waltz across freshly laundered sheets
during the misty haze of late November

the gentle caress of good fortune trails along her inner thigh
a helium balloon swells somewhere
its curvaceous figure losing itself in an azure sky

green on grey and skin on skin
her lithe body tangos between the walls of
Should-Have and Will-Do

effortless and breathtaking. supple lips parted in the
soft murmur of a smile
held within for too long


He leaves before the light comes on.
but now her fingers are permanently intertwined
with the filament of the Universe