gestures,
articulate as ruffled doves...
as lizards on a twig,
swaying with each
inhalation,
their
rhythmic pulses
seen through near-transparent skin...
a fresh bouquet appears
as another vanishes up a sleeve...
a dance,
soft-shoe....
heliocentric
in a downpour
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