WE are apart, the forest grows quiet between us.
She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy her eyes.
The tangle of vines have no end, her hand's are empty,
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James, with her heavy eyes and the air between you heavy as well, who IS this mystery woman, your 'animal'? ? Could it be the missed-by-me Valsa George? ? !
Maybe you should try wiping away those pearls of sweat from her breast? I'll volunteer to help you. I like this poem. 4 stars. bri : )