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How she prepares herself for her husband's homecoming:
she slides a chair against the sun,
rubs her body smooth,
tunes up her inner orchestra,
lets out a smell of bareness
below her short summer-dress.
She shakes up her hormones.
Deep within herself she checks that time
has not affected her too much.
She dreams a pose, of being
lifted up, a longing that beats in
her body, she lets a cry escape
to test the pending echo.

How she folds inwards in anticipation.
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