She set out scented candles, jasmine
one for each step of a darkened stairway
then soft music; solo piano
she changed into clothing of summer breezes-
a robe of black silk and a gown of muted burgundy.
her footsteps lingered slow and soft
dancing; tracing patterns on the floor with toes painted bright as blood
pausing only to catch breath, deep eyes sparkling
in the distance, a factory whistle. the end of a shift.
she waited for two pair of eyes to adjust to the light
and untied her robe's sash
shadow and light against pale skin
hungry fire, waiting.
as she too waits.
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