Stories percolating through
streaming brunette:
The kingdom gates open–
Crowds
circle to hustle the raconteur
for tales of her journey

Lashes bow:
“Wait for me, won’t you?”
Absurd!
I’ve been locked in the tendrils of your lunacy
since 14.

Wonder.
Did your hometown Rockies quiver at the shudders of your mouth?
Fearing what unknowns you may spear next.

How do those same lips
that pout such deep pink
arouse tempests that melt snow caps to mountains’ knees.

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