Softly, she sits waiting for the shadows to fall.
Softly, she sits waiting for the shadows to fall
and he, holds the night listening for her heart call.
And he holds the night listening for her heart call,
for he holds to her heart softly, listening, waiting,
and she sits, for the shadows call to the nightfall!
A planned meeting meant to join them.
A planned meeting meant to join them,
in their passion. They come together!
In their passion, they come together!
In a meeting planned, they meant to come together.
Join them. Their passion
rising within them, hearts are soaring!
Rising within them, hearts are soaring –
their lips are pressed, and arms enfolded.
Their lips are pressed, and arms enfolded,
their hearts are rising within them, soaring.
Lips and arms are pressed, enfolded!
She holds their arms softly, a passion rising,
they are enfolded – are soaring. He meant to come,
planned together, their meeting in the shadows.
Lips pressed to her heart
and listening within them for the nightfall,
waiting for hearts to call; sit and join them.
© Walter J Wojtanik, 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day #15: “Doubles”