She waits; her lips await the arrival of desire
It’s those moments before a kiss, a sinking quagmire
A drop hangs from a leaf, searching for gravity
The eye yields a tear, for dearth of levity
The final lunge of the tiger, the deer weakens in the legs
The beggar smiles like everyday, adversity begs
Virgin waves escape their platitude, a surfer delights
The gaping valley stares as the jumping ego alights
Eleven fifty nine on a new years eve, each second a new bout
A poet collects the images; words wait for the final rout
The poise is perfect; the painter’s brush hesitates in the hand
The rumour spreads, truth waits for the discovery of the errand
The smile is imperative; the lady is set to win the heart
The memory strikes déjà vu, the shooter releases the dart
They say ‘statue’, the kissing couple freeze
Gumption is rude; it never learnt to say please
It’s those moments before a kiss, a sinking quagmire
A drop hangs from a leaf, searching for gravity
The eye yields a tear, for dearth of levity
The final lunge of the tiger, the deer weakens in the legs
The beggar smiles like everyday, adversity begs
Virgin waves escape their platitude, a surfer delights
The gaping valley stares as the jumping ego alights
Eleven fifty nine on a new years eve, each second a new bout
A poet collects the images; words wait for the final rout
The poise is perfect; the painter’s brush hesitates in the hand
The rumour spreads, truth waits for the discovery of the errand
The smile is imperative; the lady is set to win the heart
The memory strikes déjà vu, the shooter releases the dart
They say ‘statue’, the kissing couple freeze
Gumption is rude; it never learnt to say please
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