Orpheus Thinks To Himself

How gorgeous she is; her steps avid flirtations
Her hair a dance the way they’d call it lovingly
When lovingly was said before. He’s seen her before
Her ankles giving slender vibrations with
Every skip, down through the corridors,
Past the pale walls and ’round the corners
He smells her giggles as they were perfume
Her shadow reverberating off the stone
A singsongy echo he knows as she
Disappears lovingly to the bedchambers of Apollo.

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