She looked beyond the outer edge with twigs stuck in her thighs.
I watched in disbelief for cold was in the night.
A day or two, a pass, a turn of heads across the floor.
She saw me in her dreams where the grass could grow once more.
The clouds broke wide, an empty sky set above in marble black.
Their hands they all raised high.
A soft, smooth kiss among their neck.
I held those words repeated; mumbled, drawn in their dirt floors
She took the sign and (so elegantly) nailed it just above our door.
When questioned no replies, for no melodies had they sung.
Another twist, once tongue tied,
An attempt to keep us hung.
Escape was spelled backwards.
But the exit went untouched.
Though we cut the grass with sharpened blades, we cut just above too much.
Perspiration reached our brow,
Exhaustion as our cigarette.
“Didn’t you catch the fox today?”, She asked.
Though it’s cunning smile broke through the net.
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Submission Name: Configuration
