I wish that she
would come, but
she remains, hovering
at the edge of the
fire light, hesitant
wild and beautiful
unwilling to commit
but insisting that
we dance. And
I follow her lead
Only too happy to
be near her, close,
touching and her
scent is intoxicating
more memorable than
her beauty and, perhaps
to me, more important.

        AcB        5.30.98