her peculiar grace
as she drifts through the hunters
high held eyes gently tilted
emanates warnings subtle
confidently observant
unconcernedly searching
that scent
...
through predator alley
past snorting temptations
not boundary burdened
haunted of face
undone from her leather
whites threadbarely laced
she breathes
...
smiling he watches her
dancing the storm in
swirling dust silvered
for one final moment
she pauses enchanted
laughing the rain down
he breathes
...
wet white cotton sculpted
she reaches at rain edge
towards he in the dry
both grinning and gasping
press faces at curtain
first taste through a waterfall
they breathe